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    relent

    hideous need smiled at mecraving my pain, it desiredinsulting cave I felt it in my strengthpowerless seduction, I felt weakcaressing my dark I thought to risedressed in black cloaking my hurtwith a wild eyed expression I spy deathfighting his...

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    • taking its breath away with my passion to live
      greeting the sour with the sweet
      very powerful Crimsin Like this line alot

    • Powerful and deeply raw. I love how this begins with pain almost having a personality of its own, trying to seduce the speaker into surrender, but gradually turns into a declaration of survival. “Taking its breath away with my passion to live” really stood out to me—it completely reverses who holds the power. The ending beautifully captures resilience: accepting both the sour and the sweet, yet refusing to bow. 🖤

      • hello lovely poetess thank you graciously for such a giving comment…it uplifted me I was faced with my own mortality lately I didn’t know if I had the strength for a serious surgery but I did…I love life and chose to stay even given the state of things I was thinking of your poem and thinking a lot of people reason I won’t live long enough to suffer current descions but your righ our children will… beautiful work ❤️

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    My hurt is here and wellMy dear Eric, I let you downI knew I would see you again, but not that you wouldn't be happy, not yet anyhow You remind me how much your siblings need meWhen I reached the...

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    Poetic Glow

    tell me the words sitting at the back of your throat...   the ones yearning for exposure aching to be naked at your feet bathed in moonlight and mist shadow dancing upon dewy moss as hope awaits a tender kiss   press the petals of ancient roses long fallen...

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