Ripped jeans expose
The skin underneath
Scars like jagged lace
Flaunting emotion
For sealed lips
That won’t speak
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I love that Lizzi at Considerings added to this:
Arms, stronger now, like the heart and soul
In the summer turn golden brown
Apart from those filligree places;
Those white, stark memories
Laced through my skin
Where words weren’t enough
And I let the anger win
HASTYWORDS 
Man freeing himself. Still undecided whether to give in or move on towards liberty.
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Very well put.
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Time for some new pants?
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Awesome XX
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Arms, stronger now, like the heart and soul
In the summer turn golden brown
Apart from those filligree places;
Those white, stark memories
Laced through my skin
Where words weren’t enough
And I let the anger win
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I love deep words about simple things.
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A lot of hurt in this short poem. Anger wins seems to always be the end. But I guess, it isn’t the end really. It’s what follows. Awesome, Hasty.
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my favorite piece of clothing – ripped jeans. i have a pair on right now.
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I would love to write with you someday Hasty.
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I will my dear. xoxoxo
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