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Read MoreVarnish me a rose, she whispered, her fingers tracing the air where my own had been moments before. Wanting to be held in memory, not in flesh. A bloom beginning a slow rust, decaying in a solvent of obsidian...
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Read MoreFragrance of amnesia wearing me like at ghost with cold touch of glass clinging to me like a second skin of intimacy's state of being haunted by memories of my forgotten self where only an echo remains knocking at...
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Read MoreOh, Lilliputians of the moss and dew, how vast your world, though hidden from our view!You stitch the earth with threads of quiet grace, each tiny life a wonder in its place.So pause, and kneel, and watch them where...
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This is lovely:)
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Thank you much.
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Read MoreThe caravan, a whisper on a forgotten road drawn by the breath of stone-cold dead as the wheels grown a hollow songthe last living driver holding reins over the swollen dunes...rollin'
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This poem lingers like the caravan itself. A ghostly presence on a forgotten road. The hollow wheels and lone driver evoke a haunting sense of time, memory, and motion beyond the living.
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Thank you.
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Sinisterly penned, Brenda. A powerful dark write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian