I scribble unutterable words
until I pulverize the paper
with my crisscross musings.
My mind stung by hornets,
My pen shivers and splinters
My fingers soften with the
release of each syllable
My heart picks up speech
from the residue
-Tosha Michelle
Everything I Never Told You 
Beautiful!💖
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Thanks my Louisiana man
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So welcome! 💕💕💕
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Awesome Tosha! 🙂
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Thanks Jennifer
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Oh how I love your Renderings.
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Aww
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🙂
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented:
By the very lovely Tosha Michelle.
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Thank you so much
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You are very graciously welcome so much.
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It’s a vicious cycle!
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It truly is
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So vividly felt by the reader.
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Short, sweet, dark and will keep me up for hours:):):)
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Winks. Ha! Thanks
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LOL, you’re welcome:)
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Stunning!
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Thank you 😊
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What a lovely poem !!! 🙂
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Thank you
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This was wonderful
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Thank you 💕
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Makes me ruminate about mountains of trees being the tinder of casting ‘spells’.
Well done!
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Thank you so much
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Lovely! Thank goodness for the splinters, we can spark a small fire, and then rise from the ashes. Please have a wonderful Wednesday! ~ Mia
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Mia, thanks. You too
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You’re welcome, and thank you.
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😎😀
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A very savvy poetic expression of human expression. 😉
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Thank you
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It is wowing how a piece can be of few lines, but age long enjoyment.
Do not stop writing.
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Thank you so much
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