If the cactus is in period, the thorns only get harder and sharper.
It’s like a day of period with no blood.
A stranger you happened to know,
appeared as a pair of ears behind the wall.
You can not see,
while the stranger can hear and see through a hole,
that formed by a gap between you and the stranger.
The inside all peace and clean.
The outside dirty, messy and crazy.
Like the blood on pads stretching on the street.
Amen…
A True Outsider Writing 
Hi! I wanted to let you know that I tagged you in a Share the Love Challenge on my post today! Mary 🙂
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Hi! I am on my phone traveling at the moment. I’ll check it later when it’s convenient for me. Thanks! 🙂
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Hi Mary, sorry I remember there was a such thing during my long trip. Then I hunt it through all the notifications and just found it’s you, Mary! So I may have to look it up and see. Please forgive my belate response. 🙂
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No worries!
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Interesting. I have no other words for that visual.
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