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    An Auburn Aubade

    On the edge of your waking dreams  let me trace the sun rise upon your skin  this could be painting-by-numbers  but my only palette are tongue and fingers    I could lie here through hibernation  turning the dit.com sitcom to fade,  your head resting on my...

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    • Very clever wordage here. This is sensual and wry in its humor.

      Love the “lisp broken words”—-

      j.

      • Thank you J. I obviously wasn’t wearing my spectacles last night – it’s meant to be ‘dot.com’ not ‘dit.com’. mixing my vowels!

    • You’ve taken painting by numbers to a most sensual high. I don’t know that any man has ever succumbed to “negligee geography”, but hey, there’s a first time for everything. And what a way to go!

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    my witchy friend

    dwells in silence fortitudefor a love between twoone is distant and closed off from viewthe other smitten intimately confidinga friendship of the eternalfate to cast each at oddsthe pendulum swings there is mistrusta mistress of the night, a lady...

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    • hello dearest Keith good afternoon thank you graciously I am enjoying my afternoon after receiving a house of thosand corpses book by Rob Zombie❤

    • Wistufl, whimsical and a conflict of emotions battling within this stunning piece. The imagery is on full throttle.
      j.

      • hello dearest Jacob thank you graciously for the thoughts on this piece it is often difficult for witches to remain friends❤

    • Sort of like a dissention among the ranks vibe. This does have a witchy, almost horror scented feel to it. Nice!

      • hello dearest Tim thank you graciously I love your interpretation I miss this witchy friend of mine but we are trouble together❤

    • Don’t know where my fingers went, Crimsin. I meant “wistful”—getting jumbled in my old age.
      j.

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    Littered Alleys

    don't I just...today is not a good day...not for sarcasm or good natured teasingtrust me...good is not how I'll read itwords like gashes & blisterswaiting for the drainage I'm watching shadows of the windslicing pieces off yesterday to feed mesuch bitter fruit...with...

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    • hello beautiful Willow this is full of clever verses creating so much feeling ❤

    • This poem envelops me in its grip.
      Sadness, shame, discord…I feel this way sometimes…jokes won’t humor me, pleasantries are the opposite of what I need.
      Really strong, strong write.
      j.

    • Powerfully penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, I felt this one. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Amazing, Willow. You keep impressing me with lines like, “slicing pieces off yesterday to feed me.” So strong and beautiful simultaneously. Keep it up. Please. And thanks for the audio version; you know I can’t help but gravitate to that. It is so well done.

      • I’ve been slowly making spoken versions of many of my pieces. Just takes more time and energy than I currently have to spare. Thank you so much 😊

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