“His mind’s all black thickets and blood.”
– Jim Harrison
Blood is thicker than madness,
but it is love that clots our hair
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qbit 
gets under our skin too – this is an insanely brilliant couplet
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Thank you so, so much! I spent many hours trying to extend the images and metaphor, and then finally realized I just was only going to take away from it. Less turned out to be more.
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Poems seem to have their own momentum and always surprise me when they just stop dead like a dog who refuses to walk any further
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LOLOL! Yep.
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I love it! It’s like a proverb that causes one to ponder! Well done! ❤
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Thank you!
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The first line is killer! Will have to ponder the second. …so it’s probably killer, too.
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Somehow I feel like I understand this without actually understanding it–so I think it must just be brilliant.
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I’m with Merril. It sounds true and profound, so I’ll not try and worry it to death 🙂
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Word! (I only say this when it’s perfect!)
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Thank you!!
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😊
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Ooooh! Brilliant q. Painful but brilliant.
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Thanks!!
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And 23; there’s so much to be said about that number.
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Goodness, you’re right. I had no idea.
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Blood screams the brightest, too.
Brilliant.
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