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Read MoreThe taste of my own blood is not satisfactory I need for him to come back to me I may have taken too much; I will admit I can't hold back I'm a greedy bitch Pass the blade across my lips. Feeling the trickle...
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Thank you.
Yep 😘
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definitely more… crap… this touched me more than you think
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Ooo, did it now. Nice;)
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I love it when you skip the conventional, and just flow like spilt honey all over the page, Fia – encore! x
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Thank you Hjx
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Great use of words and rhymes. Awesome job here.
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Thank you ..I appreciate that Vision;))
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A sensual poem, written with the precision of a master key. Or should I say: Mistress key!
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Haha, thank you M.E;))
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Passionately penned, Fia. A very seductive write my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you, Cuz.
Damian
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Oh damn! That’s some fierce wordplay there! You built that to perfection!
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Key
When did you get the key to my door
It’s been locked for so long
I remember when I put the bolt and nail it to the floor
Fear and hurt infused the metal like a song
You inserted a key
Turned it to the right
I stood before you
I the softest moonlight
You really looked at me
Realizing what I was w…Read More
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What a subtle erotic poem Fia. The key turns, oh the possibilities!! -Curt
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Thank you. I wanted to play on using object as terms for intimacy
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Read MoreApril 10th begins the moment the sun gives up. Not sunset, no, that’s too polite. This is a surrender, a quiet folding of light as the neighbourhood prepares for its true rulers to wake. Because on the 10th, every cat in the neighbourhood remembers its lineage. They rise from porches, from cardboard...
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Par that opening is so cool. The moment the sun gives up..wish I thought of that. like the poem.
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Thanks, appreciate you!
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Wicked ass cats! Stay away. Humans don’t have 9 lives like they do. Cats are spooky and mysterious. This piece is well thought out and fun to read. Great poem my friend
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Big hug to you, Keith.
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Beautifully penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! Another excellent write with magnificent storytelling my friend. This is an amazing read and I really love how you nailed the personality of our feline counterparts. Awesome series brother. Appreciate you.
Damian
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This April sequence is meking me very happy indeed. Appreciate you, brother.
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 10th — The Night of Running Cats and Star Eyes
April 10th begins at dusk.
It is not a daytime day.
It belongs to the hour
when the sky bruises purple
and the first streetlamp flickers
like a nervous prophet.This is the night
when all the cats in the neighbourhood
wake up from their daylight disguises
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Very dark, I like this a lot. Is there a song in creation?