The smallest and most vulnerable
Yet tortured for the sake of fashion
On it you inflict wounds, incurable
I wish you knew, it could change your destination
forcing you to see a doctor
I pity you, the fifth one who stayed out
Refusing to be encased by the straps
Prickled by jagged rocks….
fed on dust….
Chocked by the straps…
Ooh the fifth one who stayed out
Will they ever hear your cry?
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
... a sonneteer's journey (Tim Grace)
poetry, fashion and beauty
The goal is to help make people’s lives easier
writing is my passion
Living in fellowship with God
Traveling Fashion Designers 🌼
Blossoming: A Story of Beauty, Pain, Struggle & Growth
living in the vibe of my emotions
The view from here ... Or here!
Healing 🖤
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Trust the process
Learning to Live
Live, Learn, and Grow
I wrote my way out
Dreaming of danktown growing the dank.
Short stories and flash fiction
Visual works of Wayne Wolfson
It is time
poetry - essays - erasure - collage
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Sliver of Darkness 
You’re funny. I can’t write any more…
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Sabiscuit…its funny you find humor in this…the fifth one is dying…Looooolest !
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That’s why it’s so funny… Falling off the chair again.
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I guess , you’re about to burn your strap shoes…for the sake of the fifth one….if not please do it for the sake of love 🙂
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