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D. Ignatov and
Willow are now friends
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hello dearest Damian this is a true story I was close enough to touch him and did and the lewd thought came in my mind but I know better…1998 that was a great time must have been an awesome show thank you graciously for the love ❤️
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This is sweat and stage-light devotion—desire roaring through amplifiers and shaking your ribs.
You kneel to the myth but keep your edge; the hunger is raw, but the awe is real.-
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hello dearest Thomas I will be there for his upcoming concert they wear me out because I give him my all it will badass…I’m not a fan of anyones but I’m his fan ❤️thank you graciously for the great review ❤️
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Read MoreNormally I don’t make wishesbut here I am finding myselfhopeful. In my palm, delicately placeda four leaf clover.I’ve needed some good luck. because lately i’ve been feeling stuck.And now this little piece of greenery has lit my fire,like a...
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There is so much truth to this! I love this part.
Hard times and bad days
are what made me.
Stronger? I’m not really sure,
but I’m durable.You slayed this write amiga!
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The Irish take everybody! But, I gotta warn ya, bad luck gets us all! Just tell yourself that things will get better, and they will.
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Powerfully penned, PG. Excellent write my friend, I can definitely relate. I’m in a better place these days, but it’s still a work in progress, I still have bad days here and there as well. Thanks for sharing and hang in there. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreWe bloom at different timesScenting the air with the aroma of newPetals supple and silky to the touch When spring clouds weepWe catch them on our petalsto adorn them like diamonds We had thornsTo deter the ill reputeWho could not wait...
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This is excellent Fia!
Well done chica:)-
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Thank you, Adel🩷
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Nah, I identify as a scraggly ol pine tree. LOL. But I love the sentiment expressed in this write! It is very clever with the ideas and imagery. it gives us hope!
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Thank you Sytx.😊
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hello lovely Fia someday we’ll be brand new again this is beautifully written ❤️
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Yes we will. Thank you Crimsin 🩷
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Beautifully penned, Fia. This is a lovely write my friend, always a fan of your musings. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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Thank you Damian 😊
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Oh damn, girl! This is a brilliant piece of writing. Not only the idea of roses, but each stage and facet of their existence…and we are indeed like them! 🌹
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Yes we are. Thank you Willow 🩷
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It’s a shame we can’t be new roses longer. We get older and look back at how we could have dome things better. But alas, we start to wilt and time goes on until we are dust once again. Good one Fia.
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Thank you, Tim, if we could be roses longer.;))
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My grandmother (my mom’s mom) had rose bushes in her backyard and roses often found their way onto the dinning room table. I would help her sometimes with weeding and tilling the soil around the bushes. It was a fun job getting my hands dirty and listening to her tell stories of her life. Your poem reminded me of her and some pieces of my younger self came alive as I read. I think Fia, if we keep those memories in our minds we are always young for they make us who we have become.
Thanks for sharing this tender poem, Fia
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Thank you, Redzone. That was a lovely memory, I a happy I caused you to remember that.
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This is quite a refreshing piece.
My Grandma was called Rose and I was named after her.
I admire your connection to nature and the surroundings.
I find this exquisite and delicate in its own way.
Peaceful and pleasant read. x
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Thank you, Rosie. I love the smell of roses after it rains
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Fia Naturie posted in the group Music is Art
This is an amazing song. The words without the meaning has so much meaning behind it.
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Passionately penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. I saw Rob Zombie with Fear Factory in concert in 1998. Great show. Appreciate you.