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hello dearest Tim I am fortunate actually it took many miracles to get me to this age so many brushes with death…nature is beautiful to look at I guess I just have to remember my time will come no matter where I am and all I can do is do my best until then I am just feeling my mortality thank you my friend ❤️
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Vivid and sharp. Fantastic work.
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good morning dearest Thomas thank you graciously for the understanding and lovely comment ❤️
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MorePoetry is madness A ritual I do, but do not know.A night that conquers,Drunks me to helplessness.And it kills shame,Guilt. It hits you like an exploding racket.It shoots out you naked.
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I like this, and the title is perfect.
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Thank you Fia.
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We also thought of this as beyond a first date when you’re invited inside and beyond a good night kiss. Tight
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Thank you. 🙂
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Read MoreRealism is a distant, flickering star. I know not what the tastes of reality are. Some will share this glimmering sky with me, and to them, fortunate enough to see a surrealist, star-blanketed day-sky. I abide by the lonely confines of the only home...
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Read MoreIt is a firestorm that rages and whirls within my body, that no hand of sanity can smother. My innards burn, my blood boils, the flesh upon me bubbles. Sane, as I may have been before, the virtues that encased this body with innocence has long but...
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Read MoreAs I remember, I learn to forget the buoyant memories that linger. When I am foundering, I resurface, only to drown in the world’s stigma. As masking as the calm, glassy sheet segregating this pond of thought is, this curtain between dreams and the world has...
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The voice in our head, the legions that rule can take over if we’re not careful. I fight my own war when negative self-talk invades.