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Read MoreAugust Moon He hailed from Dartmoor, near the prison townWhile she was born to poor folk on the moorThey chanced upon love’s passion, so profoundAnd met just months before the start of war She knew he was the one, when...
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Thank you!
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Brilliantly penned, Reggie. An incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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You are too kind.
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Read MoreShe was An exquisite mime A carved forgotten beauty Blindsided my dreamscape...she did Propped her...
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Love this stanza and the picture is beautiful.
“She’d string together days of future-past theories
Just for me…where we aged like fine wine
Where all of our what-ifs became that potent fifth
Of liquefied love”-
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I’m glad you dug that particular stanza, Fia.
It’s pretty much the center piece of the mood sing I was
in when I penned this vibe.Big thx for the support
Naaj
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Beautifully penned, Naaj. Wonderful imagery and a great write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Yeah, this one sits in a very special corner of my mind.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts always, DamianNaaj
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She’s occupied my mind for decades.
Very special indeed.Thx for dropping your thoughts hun
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Read MoreWhat kills love is not time but the hunger unfed, the fire untended, the body that forgets how to say yes.
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RICHARD "Rascal" JENKINS and
Alexandria are now friends
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Read MoreI'm trying to find my way through this obscuring fog, a thick veil called psychosis. Navigating unmedicated is near impossible. Being off an anti-psychotic itself is insanity! I was off onto this foggy path, a path with an uncertain end. Now, medicated, that dreaded veil lifts, and everything clears, the...
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The way you open this up I feel I am reading the Mists of Avalone. I like this