“this was deftly whittled”
i attempted to explain
(this was muddled together)
i thought silently
“painfully molded by the hands of a master”
i continued
(drunkenly mashed into being by a failure)
i said to myself
“yes, you’re right. this is a masterpiece.”
he picked it up in awe.
“fool”
I muttered, as he walked away.
(fool.. we are merely subjects of our duplicity..)
– Sheila Sea
sheila sea 
love the ending
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Thank you, Chuck. ☺️
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i can totally relate to both subjects in this poem
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mhmm me too! I was hoping someone else could too. It’s kind of the point becausethis is the nature of our soceity..
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#truth
i also highly enjoyed the use of parentheses – so unique!!
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Lovely words ❤
http://www.theeche.com
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Very interesting introspective. Liked it and thank you for following my blog.
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Thank you!
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Ha1 I smiled know the situation well. From a time gone by
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I’m really glad it resonated with you. Thanks for reading. 🙂
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your welcome
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Loved it, can totally relate. Thank you for finding my blog, you have a new follower. Sending smiles. x
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Glad to hear it, Allie. Thank you so much for taking the time to read. ❤
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Your writing is lovely.
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☺️ thank you so much.
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Thanks for the ‘Follow’!!! Couldn’t stay to read more – BUT coming back!!! 😀
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So wonderful to hear, thank you. 🙂
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You’re WELCOME!
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I like this 🙂
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