Shelia Taylor

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what is love

what is love but a
sharp weapon of the heart sliced
into dying skin

Shelia TaylorJanuary 19, 2022Haikus, My Writing, Poem, Poetry

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^{"I'm looking for a dare to be great situation." ~Lloyd Dobler, Say Anything}

^{I respect and acknowledge the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation as the First Peoples and Traditional Custodians of the land where I live. I pay my respect to their Elders, past, present and emerging.
#AlwaysWasAlwaysWillBe}

^{"How you spend this little dance with destiny, that's up to you, but when you find your band, you find your band." ~Phil, Roadies}

^{"According to my watch, the time is now. The past is dead and Gove. Don't try to shake it, just nod your head. Breathe in. Breathe out. Move on." ~Jimmy Buffett}

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EXIST LOUDLY
THE BOOKSHELF

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