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DampKitten wrote a new post

• 1 year, 4 months ago

Bishop's Ferry

Horror, Romance, Short Stories

April 13, 2025

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“You not from ‘round’ here, are you?” Sam turned to find a brown-haired mousy little girl peering over his shoulder. “How would you know that?” “I ain’t seen ya before. That means you...

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- DampKitten
  1 year, 4 months ago
  
  I’m so excited that you like this, Adagio! That means a lot to me! Thank you!
- DampKitten
  1 year, 4 months ago
  
  Yeah, I try to give them a subtle familiarity! Thanks for reading, HJ!
  
  xoxoxo
DampKitten wrote a new post

• 1 year, 4 months ago

The Fiddler

Poetry, Spirituality

April 13, 2025

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A flock of sailing fiddlers flyDown flowing fountain in the skySeven-fold they fair my eyeAs life so faintly passes bySeven-fold the fearless fliersFinger through the fiery breeze,Symphonic plumage ever whiterFeathered phantom melodiesFlying, flying, never dyingTo each, the cool breeze...

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- Backdeckbenny (Peter)
  1 year, 4 months ago
  
  Lovely evocative work👍
  - DampKitten
    1 year, 4 months ago
    
    Thank you, Peter! I’m so glad you dropped by to read and tell me. Thanks for inviting me to be your friend!
    
    Meg
    xoxo
- Backdeckbenny (Peter)
  1 year, 4 months ago
  
  You’re very welcome.
DampKitten wrote a new post

• 1 year, 4 months ago

Space Bound

Poetry, Romance, Science Fiction & Fantasy

April 13, 2025

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I am giftedto your darknesspale in the star shadow galaxywith comet speedI fizzlea lightless stone,you and your universe carry meweightlesssoundlessmotionlessdraped in your planetary armsyour Saturn ringsyour angelic cosmic haloHeaven’s ambassadorThis Warthese blistering meteorsthese molten tears…shall I ever feel anythingbut...

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• 1 year, 4 months ago

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S. Libellule wrote a new post

• 1 year, 4 months ago

Brokenness

Poetry

April 12, 2025

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Funny how all that stays unsaidis where my quiet dread is bred—this ache I’ve yet to redefine,still loath to sever the design. I cannot press these creases flat—they fold in ways that echo back,in pain that loops, again, again—no matter...

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