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Heather Grace Stewart 
Nice poem!
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That place we find ourselves when love is unrequited. Beautiful.
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very cool piece, love the atmosphere, great concept where deleted love notes console each other. Thanks
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There’s no crying in poetry,oh right, that’s baseball. Very sorrowful but telling piece. You are very good.
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The unsent, a support group for aborted expressions of love. Painful regrets, or rational thought victorious over zeal. At anyrate, very well penned. Superb. One of my favs tonight!
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oh dang…wicked good….deleted love notes consoling each other…smiles….
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Making love in cyberspace. I think it’s done all the time!
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eloquently done–poignant write–
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reminds me of the movie Letters to Juliet
sonnet 36
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Full circle and blistering! Magnificently thought out, wonderful! Poppy
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Amazing, Heather!
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Excellent, what a meeting place.
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The pain rings through, very well done.
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A support group for love notes…something they’ve sorely needed!
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ugh…painful indeed..and poignant for sure..
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Ah! This made me lose my breath! Painfully, beautifully poignant. Thanks
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You are most welcome. It’s one of the poems in Carry On Dancing, so that means, you dig it 🙂 Thanks for the visit!
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