The gunfire,
hoarse, dramatic,
declaimed
the rabid hate
ablaze in his mangled soul;
backstage,
love spread makeup
on its deep,
odious wound.
Poetweet: Exactly 140 characters long including spaces and punctuation.
Posted in 3WW Week No. 421 (Ablaze, Deep, Rabid)
April:#3- 02/30
THOUGHT PURGE 
Powerful like trees!
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Thank you 🙂 That’s huge, coming from someone who loves nature!
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How the reader’s mind can start to work to recreate that scene and pencil in the story!
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Thank you… am so glad this poetweet lends itself to different interpretations!
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simple words that grasp my soul and poke my mind to wonder what is my wound? Again, thank you.
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Thank you Tio. Appreciate your support so much.
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So many ways to interpret this…i suppose we all paint on a face to hide reality
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I think so.. and sometimes crack under the weight of unrealized expectation. Tried again, but unable to comment on your blog using Open ID. Love how your “Alice” works.
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