it is their lies that
are most repulsive…
and watching others
grow drunk from this
drooling drivel
makes me want
to heave
if only I had let myself
linger a bit longer, my lips
drinking in every dazzling
inch, for I am haunted by
things I can’t remember
my favorite moments
are the times I
remember to
trust the voice
of my inner child
souls like roots need
seasons of quiet…the
beautiful dark, deep of
the in between
~kat
like mercury colliding... 
November 25th, 2017 at 4:20 pm
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November 25th, 2017 at 5:19 pm
“haunted by things I can’t remember”–yes. (K)
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November 25th, 2017 at 5:28 pm
I loved that line too. ❤️
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November 25th, 2017 at 5:26 pm
Such Groovy Sweetness! 😎😎😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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November 27th, 2017 at 7:47 am
Wise, warm and wonderful. Your beautiful poetry is soul deep, succinct and aching to be savoured. Thank you, Kat! xo 💜
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November 27th, 2017 at 8:59 am
Blessings to you Joy! 💜
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