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hello dearest Styxian good evening you know how it is as a writer and you have something on your mind and even if you don’t really want to you have to get it out… thank you I deeply appreciate your interpretation it’s just how my mind works…I guess this goes along the lines of serial killers they always say they are doing the work of God and really who is to say they are wrong? ❤️
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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thank you graciously dearest Damian I’m happy you like it I liked the way it came out ❤️
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Read MoreThe stones of the abbey, cold and still.A shrouded shadow moves, unseen, unheard.Holding secrets deep, upon a lonely hill.Where once the holy, now the lost are stirred. The bells are silent, their song forever done.Where peace is broken, and no...
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hello dearest Adagio I can feel the dreaded chill great write ❤️
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Thank you, Brenda.
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Read MoreThe door creaked, a complaint from a throat that had seen too many winters. A kind of chill that went straight to the marrow, a cold spot, drop in the air. With a sliver of moonlight, thin as a...
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Read MoreWith eyelids drawn, I look on, to a dawn that is now gone. So, I call on bygone dawnings, as I am an indrawn man. There is a spawning within the darkness of my shut lids. But I am sure my dawning will come, and the...
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Thank you.
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Can’t comment on your work so here it is, it’s exquisite and I enjoy reading about how you write on trauma. Bravo!
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Read MoreMy dreamy world of writing is a graveyard shrouded in fog. Where each story has a grave, each grave has a character. These living, breathing corpses with open eyes, raspy voices and souls, gaze on through my eyes.
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Well, this makes me think of a fallen angel, caught in the dilemma of righteousness and vengence. By the grace of God, perhaps, yet there is an underlying energy here too. I like the whirlwind of thoughts going on here. I can sense your struggle through your words, quite easily. Well expressed Crimson.