the spine trails
i miss the spine trails
your finger up the bones
that made me
every night
I was never an object
but the object
of your affections
your rejections
a sign outside
it burned through the night
i don’t understand how neon
works
if it even does
work
voicemails can’t convey
what I have been
ruminating
for weeks
i can be quick
i can be lucky
i know it,
i know it, babe
we are a Monday
reminiscing the Sunday
that we lost
– sheila c
sheila sea 
Wow.
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A good wow, I hope! 🙂
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you are one talented lady
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Thank you, that’s kind of you to say.
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You make the reader come out feeling amazing inside feeling so deeply down that love will always surround you and embrace your heart, your mind, your body and soul! Your works are beautiful!!
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That’s so amazing of you to say.. thank you so much. All I really want is for my readers to feel a little of what I feel and vice versa. 🙂
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You are amazing and your works touch very deeply!! 🙂
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