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PINK WILLOW

fucking pink willow
standing there stunning, and
elegantly proud
strutting it's stuff for the
whole world to see
strutting it's stuff in the place
you should be, and

I know that tomorrow, I shall
love it again
this tree that stands tall in our
love

and your name, but for now
all I see
is a glorious pink pain
in the place you should be,
where

​​​​​you'll never be again,
so for now all I feel is a
weeping pink pain, as
fucking pink willow weeps
bastard pink pain, yet
again...

M P 21/5/21
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Tony Taylor

MARION......I continue to marvel at your ability to wield words as you do......and to continue to express your pain as you do so elegantly is Marvelous indeed!!......PINNED!!......may the healing continue in such good form!!......Bravo!!.......your friend and admirer......T xo  : )

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Being Me

Oh Marion...you wield your pen mightily! When something catastrophically bad happens there is no good to be seen anywhere. One day I hope you will start to see the beauty in things. Until then keep writing. Your words are awesome. Hugs 🤗 x

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Jill Tait

Awwwwww Bloody Brilliant lass 💕❤️💕🌹

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The fish of the sea

I feel the anguish in this one Marion... anger and sadness... it shines through my friend. Hugs to you~

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