Caw of my words ring lust of bard composingthe quilt of dusk spreads night at my windowand with a knock-back of swill I cuss of curseThe gift of the gall in seduction, she versesmy musings with my pen I...

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A sanctuary for the lonely, wild and wooly. On the cobblestones where shadows linger of scented tomes.Memories bleeding on pages trapped in fading heartbeats, wandering on cobblestonesfor the lonely, lost come to grieve.Entwined in broken bones, lost in the...

Stripped bare of artifice, showing her cheeky, highlighting her flaws. Musette, a wilted dowager, with hollowed out crescents beneath her eyes. Sitting in her parlor, nursing a wilder sip of cider. As memories danced in her decaying mind. Morphing...