feel the tug
iron pulling
spinning fast
you blur beside me
was it a breath ago
or was it yesterday
hold my hand
everything bleeds into track
*30/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic.
Bridgette Tales 
Nooo thanks! My stomach doesn’t tolerate that stuff. 😳
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Totally understand that!
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When my son was a boy we went on a carnival ride. He was okay but I nearly had a little accident. 🤭🤭
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You really aren’t kidding about it not being for you.
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Ooooh no! 😂
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Nice! Leaves me all wobbly. 🙃
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I’ve got a walking stick you can borrow.
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Might need it. 🙂
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Love the poem!
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Aww!! Thanks!
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