sometimes a lone leaf on a tree
has more poesy than a whole book
sometimes a lone page in a book
has more mosey than the hole in me
sometimes a lone me in a tree
has no more pith than a hole for a heart
sometimes a lone hole for a heart
has no more kith than cliff and scree
is this how it’s gotta be
an empath tipping from reality
into the inscrutable
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023
unbolt me 
Mind boggling 🫶🏻🫶🏻beautiful .
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Thank you so much!
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Brilliant, Tony. 🧡
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Thanks so much! 😄
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That’s the time to reach out and not introspect. Excellent thought provoking piece.
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I completely agree, Cassa. Thanks so much!
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From sadness to depression – well done, Tony.
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Thanks so much, Dolly!
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My pleasure, Tony.
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This is a superb progression. Doff of cap!
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You’re very kind! 😊
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LOVED the wordplay!
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Thank you, Rae. Wordplay is such fun!
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👏👏👏
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😄🙏
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Excellent!
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Thank you, Crispina! 🙂
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👍😊
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Sometimes it’s just like that.
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Precisely. 🙏
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👍
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🙏
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