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    I Forgot.

    I usually don't. But this time, I did, and I still have the scars to prove it. She slammed the door and walked out of the house. By the time I ran to catch her, she pulled out of the...

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    • You forgot a birthday. Well, it looks like you made up for it. lol

    • Sam, I hope you’ve learned your lesson! Maybe invest in a calendar? Lol, God forbid you forget an anniversary. 😉 Great read, just enough to get the blood pumping.

      xx ~P.G💋

    • Hoi hoi
      Love this one a lot. Really good write.
      The corners of my mouth have a will of their own and keep on turning up.

      Did you ever considerate writing a song to the accompaniment of slamming doors?
      If you are not going to do it, I will.
      Well, honestly someone’s got to do it huh?

      I’ll be on the look out for your next.
      Kind regards, Gus

      • No I haven’t thought of writing that song… You are welcome to do it… I just need some time to heal after that birthday door slamming

    • That story sure illustrates a great way to show forgiveness.

    • im sorry… I hope that heightened sense of arousal didn’t get you in trouble. ill go hide somewhere so you dont find me

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    Befallen

      In keeping with every ancient lore I confess my love to the one I adore.  You took my heart and made it soar diving through every celestial shore.  The angels cried for a long lost soul stripped naked to his minimal core.  He wanted to...

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  • GOODNESS, TFT!
    Now, THAT is a proper Sonnet … it’s obvious you’ve done your homework.
    Your creativity sparks, emotion sings, and diction dances. And, I like your use of elision. Could use a bit’a punctuation.
    See critique and edits below:

    I said I don’t do THIS. POems that behave (STRESS-STRESS / a count long)
    that count their beats and…Read More

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  • I said I don’t do this. poems that behave
    that count their beats and beg to sound profound
    but here I am the fool you couldn’t save
    all rhyme and reason. love still hangin round

    I hate this form. it’s polished. cold. confined
    like scrubbin blood just so it stains again
    I tell myself to leave your heart behind
    but every line just drags…Read More

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