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Read MoreMy soul, a lowdown train, on a one-track line,The whistle blows weary, the engine heaves a sigh.Ain't no sunshine waitin', just a faded sign,Got the midnight rambles runnin' 'neath a teary eye.The river runs black where my hopes used...
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Thank you, Brenda.
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Read More...and I am left here, in this stream of wakefulness,with only these two relics, polished clean by repetition."Sincerely, goodnight."They are pressed together into a single, aching scripture,the haunting prose of everything I lost,and everything you truly, devastatingly meantbefore you...
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Read Moredeep I go and deeper stillcultivating sadness it shines inside of me why deny itsweet melancholy serenades in the shadowsquietly I play my melodymetiqulously I climb the notes into my black dintheir is cackling accompanied by whispersthe horde reside...
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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hello dearest Damian thank you graciously ❤️
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Thia is a deeply moving poem, Crimsin. I felt especially those last 3 line. And the music made the poem more real to me, more tragic. To desire death, yet condemned to life, where only sadness can be found. And yet, there is also the deeply felt desire to be “understood”. Crimsin, you may not want anyone in your “onyx tower”, but your poem calls to us nonetheless. Is this not an invitation to at least feel your words?
You write powerfully, Crimsin.
Curt
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hello dearest Curt of course it is I hope to move always that you got it makes me happy thank you ❤️
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Atticus Abbey started the topic Angels of Paranoia in the forum Collaborations
The amber liquid in my glass was a snarky cathedral for small terrible things. To circumvent my taste for Manischewitz, aged in delirium. They were there swimming in the smoky depthsβthe haunting angels of Paranoia, fallen not from grace,
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I swear it’s a very strange thing we are often on similar wavelengths interesting great write ❤️