Emotion Dough

Emotions always rise

Blades Four

Calm speechless smooth moments,

Uncover loved hiding places,

Noise serves as a murky cloud,

Cloak to cover slick getaways in cracks,

God turns on the spotlight and cancels escape.

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Three daggers,

Look. At. Yourself.

Forth dagger a mirror.

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Edmond

Edmond is an INFJ layman writer, creating freestyle poetry as an outlet for his emotions for over thirty years. He can be contacted at: Email: Carolinawriter@protonmail.com

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