poetry || their embrace.
Until
She blanketed herself
In her own embrace
Borrowed warmth never rose
Only one direction
Downward
Spiraling
But her
But her
Own heat rises
Circumventing
Warming
Illuminating
The lowest temperatures
Her heart
Was at it lowest
Temperature
Until
She blanketed herself
In her own embrace
Effects of authentic heat
No more counterfeit.
-Nosy Josie 
mindjobusiness.com 
Mmmmmmmmmm…you gave her character, I like that…well done Jo…write more poetry lol! :)
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lol :D thank you! Isn’t it fun to read another dimension of your characters? Especially when you’ll have no control over who they might become in someone else’s mind! Just think of all of the perspectives traveled in the mind of all of your readers!!
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This idea is pure gold Jo…there a some poems I write that make me wonder how they’d go if the story continued…I guess you found the solution :P
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haha! Doing so would drive you crazy after a while, I’m sure. I’ll only pry ever so often to let you know I’m paying attention.
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And you’re right, its fun…especially since I don’t know where it’ll be going :)
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