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    Resurgentis

    Carry my weight for I am feathers. Bury my late with all that matters. Suffer my ache, pretend i care.Search for sorrow, present my heir. Freefall at my cost, discard my remains.For all that is lost, my mind keeps me sane. Lose...

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    • Beautifully penned, Drieks. Your words always have such wonderful flow my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Hoi hoi
      Beeldschoon.

      Although, I must admit, I had to check the dictionary for the meaning of the title of this poem.

      I’ll be back tomorrow for another eyeful of beauty!
      Thank you for making/posting this.
      Kind regards, Gus

    • Thank you Mary 💕

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    Poor Picket

    There are those old ricket, picket fencesEphemeral suggestion of within and withoutIn a hedge wizard kind of wayAs magical folk don’t hold to rational linesOf either thought or beingAnd so the curioser, more the pleasingOn the soft sigh of...

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    Nothing Personal 2

    He was a handsome man, smartly dressed, drinking a ginger ale or some sort of a white soda and he was looking at me from across the bar. I've never thought of having an affair outside of my marriage...

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    • This is an interesting discussion that she had with him before performing the act. I like this..you are trying to tap into the female mind.

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    Something Untouchable

    You are something that will always be out of reach to me. Something I can sense with even blurred consciousness. Though your form is both perfect and clear to me.   Do I know you? Or am I mad in love? Is this love...

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    A Ghost I Am To You

    With cold dead hands, a ghost I am to you alone now.   With cold dead hands that are unseen, unfelt, and unanticipated.   With cold dead hands, my visits unknown to you making you shiver, and lips embalmed in ice.   With cold dead hands, I will call on you to feel your...

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    • Eerily penned, Daniel. It’s a very intense read, almost like suspenseful my friend. I was waiting for something to jump out, felt this write. Appropriately titled. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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