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    Learning to swim

    I dove into the ice cold pool
    Sunk to the bottom
    A memory immediately surfaced
    I was supposed to make bubbles
    Being pulled and breaking surface
    I looked into fearful eyes
    “I forgot the bubbles”

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    guardians

    decadent voyeur secreting yourself, in dreamshidden between nightmares and poppiessewing yourself into my realityforsaken ghoul, blotting out the lightwith whispers on the windsthe restless spirits watch youthen tell me your liesindiscreet monster, with the proclivity to dineinside you sorrow...

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    • thank you graciously dearrest Damian ❤️

    • Imagination, makes for good books and paper scratching. Many of the great writers used pens with teeth that bit into the soul.

      • hello dearerst Adagio my imagination can get me in trouble but I have to express myself the way the muse presents herself I hope no one takes it personal… thank you my friend for accepting this dark write ❤️

    • Your a talented writer Brenda! Such detail and precision. Great work here!! xoxxo

      • thank you graciously dearest Keith ❤️you’re so kind to me my friend…

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    "Good Guys Don’t Go to Heaven” PT 1

    Hi. You’re already too close. They sold me with a smile and batteries included, told parents I was safe.    Funny thing about safety—it breaks easily.  Just like bones. Just like promises. I remember my first scream. Not theirs. Mine.   Death taught me patience.  Pain taught me humor.  Every time...

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    MY DEEPEST DESIRE

    Oh, how I crave for your long,  hard shaft It's the only thing on my mind  I want you to jerk it, play with it  Stroke it hard and fast, just in time.   I want to lick it up and down  Suck on it...

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  • City Peace

    The wind howls through my window

    The fire truck siren blares down the street

    The neighbor’s heated argument is in stereo sound

    The dogs whine in a pitch that rivals nails on chalk boards

    Yet I cannot sleep without the city’s peace.

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    • The country may have its crickets, its coyotes’ howl, but this cannot match the window rattling as the EL train passes by. It’s funny how night sounds become familiar so that you can sleep. It took me a few weeks o be able to get to sleep after I moved from NYC back to PA and a more rural setting. -Curt🌹

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