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Read MoreTonight, the storm was flying off the handle, her body hardening in my hands a bit of rigor would do you... Saying. "Mama, may I?" With the hip flask of her naked anatomy containing the formaldehyde of her evermore....
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Thank you, Kay. I don’t see the sense in writing if one is afraid of words. I wrote only because I enjoy it.
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Read Moretenderness vows to do no harmencourage a feeling and dance on the windssecretly craving your touchseduce the moment, I covetspeaking in tongues I whisper venomous versemeant to entice youmasochistic inclination, I think you like a commanding presencereverse the role,...
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Sometimes being to tender can break you. I felt that.
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good evening beautiful Fia I am often guilty of being too tender thank you lovely ❤️
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Passionately penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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hello dearest Damian good evening thank you graciously you picked up my night ❤️
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A honeypot written with a tinge of bonds and chains. Well done, crimsin! “)
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Was it internal rain or was it seasonal rain? That is a lot of water all the time. It can be depressing. One day of sunshine and not even a full day at that. Good poem
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It was English Rain. The winter has become soggy here instead of cold. Thanks for reading.
Regards
James
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Fia Naturie posted in the group Music is Art
I love that no one needed to sing to get this music. she plays Metallica perfect on the piano
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Whew, chilling. The mind reacting to itself. Creative way to explore the tension between control and chaos, intimacy and decay. I’ve never been much of an introspective writer; at least I’ve never sat down and said I’m going to write in that way. And while your piece is indirectly introspective, given the abstract images, it does make me think. its the way you show a mind caught in strange, looping thoughts while trying to make meaning of overwhelming feelings. Anyway i’m rambling, this was short and sweet.