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    veneer

    your soul pulls me deeply down into your depthssuch a mysterious powerto hold and fascinateyour seductive prowessohhh it's what you domy body languishesmy thoughts dreamto hold you close fills me with trepidationbut my mind dares me come closersecond guess...

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    Father

    tic toc I heard silently inside methe second hand swung and time stopped suddenlymy soul frightened look aboutGod in his glory had come to see mehis eyes full of doubt beheld my visionswe were reviewing my misgivingshe didn't care...

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    there is a dismal weight of blood and bonesecured to the pain of it allscheming flesh longs to esape and take my soul with itleaking promises of reprievethere is a misery one can drinkit intoxicates making one dizzydistlled hurt...

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    it is in me to lovetwilight's gleam lay witness to my despaira soprano singing quietly of love lossso much so, even the mockingbirds inside me silencedmy depth of feeling overcomeleaving me adrifta great chasm I can't crossdesire's reprimand was...

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    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Chère C.,
      You hit hard.
      And every blow a hit.
      Don’t know which source you are getting from.
      Seems like I’ll never tire of it.
      Warm regards, Gus

    • There is a way you have of taking us inside, where we see and feel what you’re expressing. Not to the depth you do, I’m sure, but this one is potent. Beautifully aching. I can feel the pressure of the words trying to escape the heart, the chest 🧡

    • Well now, this is superb. Probably one of my favs of yours now. I’m interested in what inspired it. It has a great deal of weight being shifted from line to line, as if you can’t settle it in one spot. A heaviness lingering, perhaps.
      Well done, Crims.

      • hello dearest Styxian it is a heaviness within me for all the beings I loved and let down… sometimes I feel I should never been given the chance to fail someone so utterly thank you for your beautiful thoughts ❤️

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    Derelict Dimensions

    I am an abandoned building a series of echoing roomscreaky whispering floorboardscrowned by star freckled roofas time advances and takes its tolla structure solid...and decayingunhidden...but strangely unseensecrets bursting...but unspokenthe stories these walls could tell...memories from rafter to foundationit takes...

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    • I love abandoned buildings and urbex, places that have personality & soul. It really makes you think about all the stories and feelings that haunt those rooms long settled into stillness and the quiet noise of slow decay, so much like those old folks now mostly forgotten.

      • I am an urbex hound myself and feel much the same as you. I suppose that’s what made me follow that theme. Thank you 😊

    • Fantastic, and abandoned. Excellent.

    • Powerful work. Vivid and sharp.

    • Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write my friend, your choice in accompaniment fit your words nicely. You have an ear for it in fact. Nicely done as always. I dig this a lot. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Thank you, Damian. Coming from you, that means a lot. I try to hear what the words are saying. They always have a voice of their own and I guess I enjoy and connect more easily with them than with people frequently. Just gotta listen. Thank you, my friend 😊

    • Art at its best. We’re lucky to have you here Willow.

    • Now it matches you. 🙏💖

    • Willow, I hardly know what to say. It is a great honor to have something named for me. I am doubly pleased that it is a decaying old thing which — no, this is not an insult!– that it creaks, with unspoken stories and strangely unseen secrets; the wind does whistle through my cracked windows, my friend, and curiosity still burns with undying heat. another story is always waiting. Yes, you couldn’t have painted a better picture of me with a camera. Thank you for this lovely, lovely gift!
      FD

      • The stories untold are moments lost. When nobody asks, they remain locked away. My elders have been my rocks. The Roots I grew from. Without those stories, I wouldn’t be who I am today. Your young ones must feel the same of you, my friend

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