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Read MoreThey ask me,what's my favorite dessert?Is it cheesecake with blueberries?Or is it lemon tart or cake? Is it a pile of sugar that decides my fate?My personal preference,but I love tiramisu.The oh so creamy layers. And the coffee and rum within.It...
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Thank you Damian for being present in my blogs. It is very important for me. Have a great day.
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I love the way this lingers on curiosity and small wonder, questioning the human need for beauty in a world that often feels void. There’s a quiet fascination here, observing what we cherish and why, without judgment—just attentive, almost tender.
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Thank you Thomas. These are deep voices in my head that would have been lost and forgotten if I had not inked them. I often used to have such thoughts as for now I am not in the poetic mode much and I miss it. I have said it before and I am saying it again, I am a regular reader of your poetry and I like it a lot.
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Read MoreAftertaste:April Fool’s Day 1973:Georgie was heavy with child. Her breasts were swollen with milk. Her abdomen, fully distended. She slumped on the wicker chair feeling her baby prod her stomach. Her fiancé marvelled at how she pushed herself to...
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We assumed e targeted women with his mushrooms thinking them weaker, but did she see a weakness in him that made him her perfect target. Based on her abuse did it give her insight into his truly fragile state, as the reader knows she’s calculating. Could she had seen suicide in his weakness, that’s a question. Tight one Lady
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Great questions! Life’s full of them.
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Read MoreChild:‘I dreamed I was a child again,’ Georgie whispered, her voice laced with wonder, ‘dreamt my daddy was alive, frolicking in the hay with me, the baby lambs. He gave me one as a pet, y’know. I called her...
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Read MoreAddiction:When he returned to the bedroom, she was lying on the bed haphazardly: one knee jutting over the edge of the bed, her arm dangling loose, fingers brushing the carpet. Sensing his presence, she opened her eyes, wiped away...
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Cleverly penned, Amethyste. Excellent write, I enjoy your observations my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian