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Read MoreThe bard's fingers hover over the ledger, ink pooling beneath the quill's nib such indigo at the end of the day when Cognac make's thoughts grow deeper than the waters where the flamingos unfurl their wings, touching the rhythm...
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Perhaps, a Keebler
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Powerfully penned, Adagio. Excellent storytelling my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, Damian.
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Read MoreI am the insomnia that makes the shadow grey a fog in the marrow of yesterday's bones the bleaching silence when the sound dies I am the unfiltered soul dripping caffeine smoking last night's cigarettes a ghost in the...
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When silence screams and the Soul presents itself naked – this is an authentic and honest ghost, one of the kind we only fear, when we are afraid to face our own reflection in the mirror. Brilliantly written, dear Abbey!
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Thank you, Elke.
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Read MoreAye, the nib doth part the flesh of the page, slow as a thief in a sepulchre’s shade— not with haste, nay, nor with the clatter of some dullard’s hammer, but with the whisper of a blade parting silk.Here,...
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Read MoreThe winter's shins of snow, fall upon the untouched fields, walking a white, unblinking road,before softness begins to thaw, a million fractured prisms, temporary diamonds...The winter's shins of snow.
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