Woman, I have borne the salt of your trauma in my mouth until my tongue turned crystal. I have butterflied my ribs to open space to hold your sorrows. I have worn the cartilage of every joint down to a whisper, carrying your pain across my back. Woman, I have lashed my body to your post, bound my wrists forever in your service. I have loved you, and my love has been a labor. The sweat puddled around me bears the proof. So baby, when did it begin? When did your eyes ice over when you looked at me? Why, now, does everybody find me beautiful but you?
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Very raw and aching. A magnificent write.
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Thank you for reading!
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Amazing verbal poetry. You have a amazing voice.
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Thank you so much for listening 😊 Welcome aboard!
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So painful to read! So beautifully and eloquently expressed, it seemed as if a part of the pain was shared with the reader. The recitation was impeccable! 👌
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Poetry that inspires❤
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Thank you!
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😢 Pauli 😢
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It is hard, even painful just to read. Heart-wrenching to listen to. Wish things were better but thank you for the awesome work, Pauli!
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Thank you Max. You’re an angel 💛
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Lovely but painful. They go together. 🙂
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Thank you for reading and relating 🥰
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Beautifully written… honest and oh so relatable. I appreciate and honour your vulnerability. ❤
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When you said my love has been a labor I felt that.
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I’m sure you’ve been there. Thanks for reading and feeling with me.
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Great poem, beautifully expressed 💝
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Thank you for reading and appreciating 🥰
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