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Read MoreWhen days are punctuated with a swirl of a penAnd breaths are held waitingfor the moment that thoughtand reality becomes one Somewhere in my twilight mindWords were written and sentOn wings translucent and etherealSummoning you to me You never answerAs I...
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I agree with you, thank you
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Sometimes it feels like certain people are drawn into your life for different reasons, not always for communication or connection, but for maybe even deeper philosophical meanings than even those can provide (I recommend all the Stoics, of course) It always pays to patient…and observant. Good form and thoughtfulness.
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Thank you and yes certain people are drawn into your life for different reasons.;))
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Brilliantly penned, Fia. Always dig your musings my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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Thank you ;))
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A very striking and succinct piece. A fire burns in these verses.
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Thank you, James;))
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Your writing always conveys your emotions very precisely, emotionally. I mean this: many thanks for sharing what appear to be deep, deep feelings. Can only hope that time will lessen the pain felt as soon as can, Fia.
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Thank you emmagreen ;))
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Read More“A foul mouth bitch is worse than a car wreckThat’s why a fist or a dick sometimes need to put them in check, “Disrespect in any form a motherfucka can never let rideSo like an icy street that...
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Terrific write
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hello dearest Benny thank you graciously❤
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we own our choices good or bad. And for those we regret, we can ask forgiveness and do what we can of good deeds to even up the ledger. Similar to what the Chorus in Oedipus spoke of at his end.
Fate took him in one direction…he attempted to take himself as far as he could in the other before his death.
Really good piece.
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hello dearest Jacob I do my best and it is hard to let go of regret but I ask forgiveness and I do try to focus on being positive thank you for your thoughts on this❤
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I really appreciate an honest piece like this. The inner monologue was captivating. Thanks for sharing it.
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thank you graciously dearest poet I often do that I’m happy it worked for you ❤️
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Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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Read MoreOkay, Renee, The next shot is the whiskey shot. And I’m telling you, I’m feeling the waves of danger rolling off him over here.” Elene said. Looking over her shoulder at him.“ Your feeling the waves?” I said, smiling...
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Beautifully penned, Fia. Sorry, it took me a bit to get to read this. Excellent storytelling my friend, you are truly amazing, cuz. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you for even reading my work. Never rush cuz, we are good
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Daniel Long wrote a new post
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Read MorePassages of my childhood arise within my mother’s death gaze, bringing reminiscences of olden days. In childhood, we would speak in silent gaze. No mother left to envision me now, now within those quiet eyes. You have gone away oh, dear mother, let the...
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My goodness, this hit me in the gut. My mother passed 8 years ago. But I still sense her keeping an eye on me from above…so I must weigh my decisions carefully.
very relatable write.
j.
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I have done a fair amount of cursing in my day, Fia.
But the muse turns a blind ear.
j.