once warm flesh, now cold, stone
remembering, now she was alone
fingers on her skin, tracing, heart racing
opening up, exposed, aching to sing
frozen now, those moments lost
oh how, she had never
wanted it, ever, to
end
(for mara’s poetry101rehab – end)
andy townend 
Heartbreakingly beautiful poem Andy.
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Thank you…I seem to be churning out some very sad words at the moment…
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This poem is making me shiver with cold. Uhuh. A very powerful piece…
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Thank you, I am exploring some dark places of late…
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I prefer this one rather then the other one. It seems to be more in depth.
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Thank you, and yes, this one means more to me also.
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Oh my gosh. Huge exhale on…..end. Whew. another amazing piece, Andy.
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Thank you Lois! I am enjoying trying my hand at poetry and exploring my darker side…
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Beautiful poem! I love the aesthetic of each word and how the eye has to wander down the page, I didn’t want to stop wandering. The abruptness of the ending was very well executed.
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Thank you very much for appreciating the whole of what I tried to accomplish!
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Hi Andy, needless to say that a poet already existed before writing 101:poetry. Absolutely beautiful and so is the photo.
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You are very kind on all counts and thank you, again.
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Well deserved. Punto finalle.
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