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Read MoreAs the white doves fly to freedomMy soul is captured with youTo die of coldness and violenceWhy do I let it happen to me? I hate you for loving me; I hate you for obsessing me Controlling my thoughts by your...
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Appreciated Damian.
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This is a powerful, deeply moving piece, my friend! Too many people confuse the claim to possess somebody with love. Love blooms only in freedom and mutual respect! Especially the sentence ‘I hate you for loving mé’ cuts like a knife.
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Hello Elke. Thanks for the read and wonderful comment.
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Read MoreBeautiful safety devicesDuring a heavy car crashAt a busy intersectionThey acted like an airbag Thanks to her silicone breastsFake boobs for safety on boardImplants protected her organsFake boobs for safety on board40DD was enhanced enoughFake boobs for safety on boardArtificial...
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Phenomenally penned, Keith. Clever write my friend. They might also work as flotation devices as well. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Cool. Glad you enjoyed this poem. Thanks!
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Read MoreA weather vane, swiveled on its spindle, catching a cold breath of tomorrow. It was a wind that carried no sound, only the promise of change. Below, in the hushed valley, the world lay in wait. Only the winds...
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a very beautiful write the two of you ❤️
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Thank you, Brenda. I wanted you to do an audio of a story I have post, but hadn’t seen you for a couple of days.
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Read MoreThe hoodoo hung heavy, a miasma of bad luck and cheap gin that clung to the city's underbelly like a sautéed rubber chicken in a skid-row diner. The air was thick enough to chew, a greasy film of broken...
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Read MoreBead of dew on canvas wet, the longest blade of grass.With a hint of deep blue, carried on falling leaves. Unfolding a silent promise, the sun's gentle painter- Over the horizon's caress.
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Powerfully penned, Keith. Excellent write my friend per usual. Appreciate you.
Damian