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    Whispered Intensity

    he knows the sound of my breath as it catches hovering over his words like a hummingbird  imbibing on the intoxicating nectar of his expression

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    • This tells the reader what you mean but with finesse. Love it

      • Thank you 😊 It was stupid o’clock in the morning so it’s short, but it says what’s important to me

    • For some reason I was compelled to read this from beginning to end, and then reverse from the end to the beginning. The choice of words in this hook the reader so well. Short yes, but sweet. And done with skill and vivid imagery.

    • Beautifully penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! This a magnificent little write here my friend. I mean I really dig the wordplay and imagery. Next level good. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • This one had a lot to say with just a few words. I just went with what I felt. Thank you, my friend 😊

  • On April 2nd, When All Lies Lose Their Nerve

    No lie, not even the elegant ones,survives the arrival of April 2nd.It comes in quietly,feverish but polite,like someone who knocks softlybefore rearranging all the furniture in your mind. Yesterday’s mischief still clings to the air,smelling faintly of banana peel bravadoand...

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  • On April 2nd, When All Lies Lose Their Nerve

    No lie, not even the elegant ones,
    survives the arrival of April 2nd.
    It comes in quietly,
    feverish but polite,
    like someone who knocks softly
    before rearranging all the furniture in your mind.

    Yesterday’s mischief still clings to the air,
    smelling faintly of banana peel bravado
    and the k…Read More

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    Rosie C and Profile picture of AdelphinaAdelphina are now friends

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  • Echoes in Quiet Corners

    Madness
    in the quiet corners
    of my skin,
    a current of heat
    beneath words,
    beneath breath.

    It winds
    around me
    like a labyrinth:
    walls soft,
    shadowed,
    doors whisper
    echoes.

    Still,
    I do not follow.

    I gather
    myself
    from the noise,
    from storms
    brushing
    against my name,
    and cradle
    the ember
    that…Read More

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