She never liked the taste of whiskey preferring the sweetness of wine The twilight mornings teetering home on tipsy stiletto heels She tries to shower away the foggy memories the lights and music are a temptation the thrill of laying in strangers' arms to postpone the loneliness one more night Facing the morning light the reality The allure is too strong Tonight she'll once again chase the illusion
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I so love this Penny🌹
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Thank you! ❤
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Loved this! Very moving and emotional in a sad way. Reminds of a saying I know to explain “Chasing The Strange” – to someone who’s been betrayed and asks the question why – she wasn’t you – is the reply but the real and unstated reason is “The Touch Of The New!” What is really meant – “She wasn’t you”! Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!!
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Thank you, Dear Chuck. ❤
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😊😍🌹
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Barbed, sad, and raw, all at the same time. Bravo, Penny!
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Thank you, Mae! ❤
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A sad but beautiful poem, Penny. Xx 💕
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Thank you, Ellie. ❤
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This leaves me wondering, what’s next? There’s a certain sadness to this…
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Yes, it is sad. Thanks, Audrey. ❤
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She makes me sad….💞💞💞
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yes, it’s sad… Thanks, Dawn. ❤
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Beautiful poem
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Thank you!
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Thanks, Chuck. ❤
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