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    Suspect Logic

    Looking back not so long agoOn the outskirts of losing controlGuilt is a cancer moving slowWhile fear bleeds a fractured soul When did it all go off the rails?That first hint of random changeRevealing a devil in the detailsSuspect logic...

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    • Oof…i felt this one like a fist in the gut. Guilt truly is like cancer…eats you up. And fear will wear you down. And they tag team far too well. The amazing thing about your late night musing is that it’s not directed. You let it take the wheel…& where it takes the reader is anyone’s guess. But we’re all buckled in for a fantastic ride, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. They are a powerful tag team for sure. I try not to alter lines, other than maybe shaving a word here and there for better flow. But for the most part I don’t have a preconceived notion of what I’m writing about. That’s only on poetry though, proses I usually have an idea of what story I’m telling. The tangents I go on are improvised though. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Guilt provokes necrosis of the soul…
      Great piece Damian. ⚘️

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Jade. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Nice line, that works for me. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I’ve been living with guilt for 30 years … I know

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Sam. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Then you definitely understand, indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Damian, I gave up living with guilt long ago. I surrendered it, to a force much greater than I.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Alexandria. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I too have surrendered a lot of mine as well, to a greater force as well. Except for a very deep and complicated guilt over a situation, and it’s a work in progress at the moment. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Life is a ride with different turns. Great ink

    • Guilt sucks. Practice in becoming a sociopath. It will erase all those guilty feelings. Great write Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That it might, but I don’t know if I’d like myself anymore. Although if I was a sociopath I probably wouldn’t care, would I? No, it’s a hard no. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    Play A Fool

    Close my eyes right before the impactStray bullets masked as fake applause Through all the pain my soul still intactFuck being perfect I embrace my flaws Takes more imagination than I possessTo pretend their intentions aren’t cruelInstead of knowing they made...

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    Cuffed

    I awake and am enveloped in complete darkness.I try to move my arms, but to no avail,I try to kick my feet but again, I fail. Where am I?How did I get here?Why is it, that I feel all...

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    ABRA // CAD // ABRA

    ABRA // CAD // ABRA(a spell to be ruined)iwhimperedyournamewith the blood still warmon my bitten lip.youheardme and smiled.—a is forthe arch of my back when you say dirty slut.b is forthe bite you promised, but haven’t given -yet.r is...

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    • Great song
      Great write
      So many amazing lines

      Fav
      unmake me
      remake me
      break me

      until i shine

      YOU always shine in my eyes

      BIG LIKE

      KX AWARD

      • Your words wrapped around me like silk and steel – soft praise with just enough edge to leave a mark.
        I felt that “YOU always shine in my eyes”…
        Careful. Say things like that too often, and I might just let you be the one to break me – slowly, beautifully – until I glow just for you.

        BIG tease.
        BIG smile.
        BIG curiosity now about how you’d like to remake me…

        💋

    • Passionately penned, Kristina. A clever write, with a touch of kink my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Damian… you always know how to make a girl blush just beneath the surface.
        A touch of kink, you say? Just enough to pique your curiosity… or leave you wanting more?
        But trust me there is a hella lot of kink in me, too much for most people to handle… haha

        I appreciate you for always catching the quiet heat tucked between my lines.
        Kisses in ink… 💋

    • Ahh, you definitely get it.
      There’s something unspeakably powerful about being taken apart… only to be rebuilt again, piece by trembling piece, more radiant (or darker) than before.

      It’s so good to see you, too.
      Kindred souls always seem to find each other in the smoke and ashes… and maybe, just maybe, we’re the ones who know how to rebuild with a little more fire in our touch.

      Thank you for feeling this with me.
      Let’s keep shining through the ruin, yeah?

      🔥💋

    • Too many ropes, and leashes
      But no bra..

      A poem that reads like too many hands touching, feeling your body at once!

      • Mmm… you felt that, didn’t you?
        The absence of a bra is never about clothing-
        it’s about access.
        About letting the words grope and graze,
        like hands that don’t ask permission – just take.

        Thank you for reading so close…
        I do love when someone touches with their mind.

    • Lovely, pure seduction cascading down the page, hanging on to every word, wanting and waiting for more.
      Great stuff Kristina.

      • Careful, charmer – words like that make my ink run hotter.
        If you’re already breathless, you’d better keep a fan handy; I’m only on the first pour. Stay close… the next line might steal more than just your breath. 💋 It’s always so great to hear from you Wally and I am so sorry for the late reply…

    • This is scintillatingly sensually alive that grabs me where the sun don’t shine and holds me there as I writhe under your spell. Truly you put the iron to the fire here my friend. And I am seduced by you.

      John

      • Oh John… if my words have you writhing, imagine what I could do if I truly meant to seduce you. 🔥 I’d keep you right there in that heat… until you beg to burn.

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    Devil’s Advocate

    Lachlan I stand there in disbelief, watching Carmyn’s ass and the way her hips sway as she walks away from me after she told me to fuck off. I shake my head and laugh a little. No one’s ever told...

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