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Read More“I’m dead inside,” you say. Like a graveyard at midnight. No mourners here to trod untrodden paths by your headstone. Soulless and moonlit, an empty body, a starless night sky. Heretic prayers, unheard, fall on silent winds. I call your name, wordless in my incantation. I yearn to feel you breathe inside me. Take this lifeless carcass and...
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Read MoreThere is a glow within this storm.A dying eye of light so obvious,it lures me to come to it.As light is soundless,it is a silent beacon fire.I will cleave through this fog with faith!So, within the absence of sound,I...
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Read MoreThe world is anorphan's broken toy.Heart like a ferrel hog,untamed by cages andstarvation.The depth of misery andelation sink dripping teethinto ripe peaches.Come on in.Ignore the floating, bloatedbodies.There's a pool of Shalomsomewhere.We all want to be healed.
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Thank you.
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We all want to be healed. That is the truest thing I’ve read today
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Thank you, Willow.
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![Profile picture of Damian DeadLove]()
Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent write, I relate to this one and concur my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, my friend
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Read MoreThey say time is grace.Others say she is a disgrace.Her hair grows long with time. And when a new opportunity comes,she trims it.And life moves on.They say she is cold and cruel. For she doesn't give us endless minutes.Never endless moments.Untill...
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This is a good prompt. I enjoyed this.
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Read Moremy solemn mood had nothing to do with youit was my inner girl singing the bluesa melody of sadnessstrung together with notes of painsubtle hints of what was troubling mewithout revealing itselfa twinge of guilta little hurtindiscrimanate feelings that...
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Well done, Brenda. I like this.
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thank you graciously dearest Adagio I didn’t write anything yesterday so I thought I would today I’m glad you liked it ❤️
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend, I know what it’s like to sing the blues. Appreciate you.
Damian
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good morning dearest Damian thank you for feeling me on this ❤️
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Chère C.,
Breath everyday – write everyday.
But then, i don’t have this nice artwork.
With the whole picture you draw me in.Keep on keeping on, said Curtis.
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hello dearest Gus good morning I try to write everyday not everyday is great thank you for the love on this ❤️
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Powerful work. Excellent.
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good morning dearest Thomas hello thank you for showing me love on this ❤️
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You’ve strung together the notes of pain very well. Perhaps singing the blues can be just as cathartic as writing about them. We can only hope.
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thank you graciously lovely Kelly ❤️
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Those solem moods are tricky. We can’t always keep them locked down. And then others feel the dark coolness of their touch. Beautifully written, Brenda 🧡
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good evening beautiful Willow yes they are and they come from nowhere somtimes… thank you for the love here ❤️I wrote a poem called Nostalgia about you and other poets…
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