Her left hooded eyelid lingeres just over the edge
where lashes touched her hair
silver pupil is less widened from the right one
it didn’t hurt: close to a mosquito bite
red mark in the root of a left hand
became the only trail she walked
to her dream
to her drea
to her dre
to her dr
to her d
to her.
Maja S. Todorovic
Business in Rhyme 
🙂 That makes me smile so broad and wide.
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🙂
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Wow, I spent a lot of time thinking about that one. I started with heroin, tree that theory out. Graduated to a rusty nail… Threw that out. Tattoo? Nope. Still pondering it.
Nicely done!
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That’s the beauty of poetry – it can be anything, everything or nothing. Your interpretation gives it meaning and value 🙂
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I love your work. Keep it up. It’s been a busy month, huh? There’s a lot to be said for showing up every day and creating something new.
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Thanks for your kind support, it means a lot 🙂
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