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The Driftwood Instrument (Part Two)

I'm a painted smile and a piece of willow tree

I twirl and you tug and pull at my strings 

You love me with such fervor it leaves marks 

But when you can't feel flesh and warmth 

You lay splintered and bitter 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Part 2 to a ? part poem series, see Rosewood Marionettes, the first part. Thanks for reading. 

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©23 July 2015 - 4:46pm — Incompl
3 August 2015 - 6:53am — running_with_rabbits
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<3

I loved this! I feel like the second and third line could be brought up to the level of the rest of the lines, but that's just cause the rest are so well placed...

Much Love

Ashley

24 July 2015 - 5:00am — allets
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Glad To Read

...good poetry anytime. You compose exceptionally well and it is always (even if sad) a treat to read your work. Nice series. ~allets~