Activity – Stars Rite

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September 27, 2025

Frozen are the arms of anticipation how quickly does ice turn into rust? Please tell me that your eyes are pearls anchored to every tanker ever sunk, my horizon is becoming narrower in the wake of every day Just returned from the coast and how the...

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Crimsin
11 months, 2 weeks ago

hello dearest Rob wowee that’s quite a write I loved the ending ❤️
- Ghosteen
  11 months, 2 weeks ago
  
  so kind brenda, thank you x
RomaJ
11 months, 2 weeks ago

Rob, your poem is like a fever dream. I was instantly gripped by the desperate longing and brutal cynicism, and I loved the image of the Autumn chill being “chloroform to every dream buried under sand.” The sudden “Fox News” line completely took me off guard, but I found its cynical, real-world punch hilarious amidst the rawness. It’s a relentless plea – a cinematic scramble toward desire. Unforgettable.
- Ghosteen
  11 months, 2 weeks ago
  
  Slip inside my dreams Roma and place cinema scripts upon my skin. I could Sunday scribble a thousand words, but in the interest of public decency, I won’t

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