My flakiest decisions
Crimped together
Coarse sugar kisses
Affections sifted
Stone hearts pitted
held by time’s slotted spoon
Passion is jammy, but gone too soon
A labor of love, which sounds so dumb,
but for you, I ate every crumb.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Beautiful vibrant poetry, K – perfect mix of tenderness and passion 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. A leftover slice of pie for dinner alongside a dollop of yummy stories. Yes, that sounds just right for the evening. Happy Friday!
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A very tasty poem, K. ❤️
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Well, it is pie weather around her. And homemade pie is a labor of love, indeed. 💜
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I’ll be over haha!
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Amazing poem, K. Love it.💕
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Thank you kindly, Grace. 💜
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My pleasure💕
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so well done.
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Thank you kindly, Beth. These emotional writes like a pie are best served fresh.
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From flaky to crumb. Delicious, K.
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A slice always makes me smile, too. Even that last little crumb. Thank you so much, Jeff. Happy Friday to you!
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Smiles, indeed. Always welcome, K. Thank you!
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Oooo, I do love this, how deliciously beautiful 😍
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Vibrantly good
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Love this!
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