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Read MoreIn the cancer year I bled like a thief, postmortem without a corpse The night she lost her hair tears of piers across the valleys crying for the days which will be no more, one bridge way too far When one was hurting silently the other one knew loudly; the afternoon deputy cancer-bastard pulled the shotgun...
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cancer is the loneliest hunter. thanks for the sentiments. fia
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Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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many thanks damian. of all the sites i have ever vistied, you are the most supportive & encouraging. says much about you as a person.
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That’s kind of you to say my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Dear R,
This years at my heart strings. Makes me think of Eerie. And my heart bleeds. This piece is so strong it has its own pulse. H 🌷
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diolch H. when a kind soul such as yourself emotionally responds to my tatty words, it makes it worthwhile. eerie touched your heart, that is all we can ask in this trapeze and circus we call life. x
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“When one was hurting silently
the other one knew loudly; ” – This is actually very clever and damn accurate. Props for that bit of genius.
The write itself is brutally honest and centered once for heart and once for the head. This is why I search your writes out, for the skill. Awesome write, Rob.-
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you are not exactly bereft of writing skills yourself my friend. far from it.
that’s twice cancer has sliced my heart. moving on with so much love delivered to my spine.
thanks too for the ‘comments’ insight.
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Read MoreHumility sears her grace to bonfire of eyes, I fumble to strike a match Would you tremble if tearing your lips to shredded flesh and kissed you deep into bone? It takes 17 milliseconds to live in the now so what burden will devour time when ghosts can undress in swinging wings of seagull flock? Late night Harbour...
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This gives you sadness and spice at the same time. Nice
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Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Another excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Ghosteen posted in the group Music is Art
Another cheeky Welsh band. It’s official around these parts. Cerys is sex. “gadewch i mi cusanu chi” = let me kiss you, for those who are desperate to learn Cymraeg.
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The Manics covering Frankie Valli and many of my friends were there. What is there not to like?
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