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Read MoreThe moon on her dress corruscates my fingers with cobalt shards of icebergs, rolling fingerprints beyond fabric Tidal hair breaches the breakers down her back, the last waterfall on earth weeps for every desire lost at sea Catching the pearls of her eyes in trawls of my dilated bleeding, if...
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As always, you are too kind Mark. I don’t miss many from DU, but you are definitely on the missed list.
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This truly shows your intelligence and talent. Very supernacular.
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Ha. I’m loving “supernacular” Sounds a bit like an Oasis song. Thank you A.
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I agree with previous commentors on the talent.
I like the analogies presented in this write.
Especially fond of the last stanza…reading this makes me feel like I saw her memories
just before they entombed her under the cathedral floor.j.
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Thank you.
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Read MoreClose your eyes…These eyelids are dual anchorssinking shut in a tear rippled sea. where do we go from here?journeying on,following your soul’sfour cornered compass to heaven
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Powerfully penned, Daniel. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreComing storm, I am! Drifting, distant, dampness of rain from afar soddens your lips. Closer, the storm carries in gentle arms of swift winds, each drop of tear-showers.
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Beautifully penned, Daniel. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Powerfully penned, Daniel. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreGuttering flames of her red dress blazed into the hours after midnight, where she danced on the furthest table She could have been the train window girl who peeled me from the platform placed her ticket in the pocket astride my heart, our destination was...
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