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Stunning poem, Ren.

I love this image of skin:

“How it becomes terrain, shaping as we move

maps of lines

coded in creases and scars”

And this image hit me powerfully:

“I am a raven’s nest

of shiny odds and ends

buttons that close nothing”

Bravo! Thank you.

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Thank you, Jackie!

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I must dig that collection put again and read it in its entirety again. This is a magnificent poem. But you knew that already. R

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Ah, but you know how much it means to have a little reminder ;)

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Of course. You and I are very similar in that rehard ❤️

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Regard! Bloody phones. Especially when sitting on a train.

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without reading glasses, and that would be me.

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Thank God for varifocals for elderly blokes like then! Ah, the train has beiefly stopped 🙂

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And i still can't spell....

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May 16Liked by Ren Powell

Beautifully crafted, although over time I've grown less attached to that attribute. More I look toward what something has to illustrate and teach my poor understanding of life being here. This does.

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I'm so glad it touched you, Neil.

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