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RE: Where the Guinea-pigs Go & The Clock Face Soul (An Original Poem)

in #poetry6 years ago

What a remarkable piece of writing to begin my day, so evocative and moving, such deep imagery and wonderful word sculpture. Glad I found this, thank you for sharing.

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Thank you Deon. It was a therapy.. the Guinea pig died, I buried it for my trumatized 10 year old. I needed to get lost in some words. :)