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Read MoreIn this graveyard of memories, I wander, cloaked in the twilightof November. The breeding stones of my mind held within. Mybones, threadbare of the moth's wings. Now a silhouette falling from the grave. Walking the shadows in an orchard...
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Thank you, Brenda.
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Powerfully penned, Adagio. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, Damian.
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Read MoreAcross town. The streets of Waycross, Georgia, on the Okefenokeee as the streets ran cold with the torrents of rain's insanity bleeding down. Inside, she was stirring the Burgoo pot. "Y'all ain't never seen crawdads pissed like this,"Outside, the...
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This is really dark erotic, very well written!
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Thank you, Elke. The dark, can be a mysterious stranger, but I cleave it.
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I love the realism of your exotic erotic descriptions – felt like I was there. Neat writing.
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Thank you, HJ. I try to make writing a “Hoot.”
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This really good, well-done Atticus.
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Thank you, Fia. I’m wearing out my Bic quill.
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Read MoreAching of femur the pirouettes of ghostsbefore burying them, using them to waltznot with memories but with thin wirein a heavy slow sway using the boneas a baton, then burning to ashrolling them into a cigarette
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Read More"That's not how you fold a fitted sheet," my naked 85-year-old grandmother said, tossing it back at me like a wet bluegill. I let it hit my bare chest and slide to the wooden floorboards between us.The smell of...
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hello dearest Adagio this is very dark indeed and beautifully written ❤️