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    harlot

    dour were the notes I climb to youilliciting dismay I felt disparagedmy bosom heave and I exhale my disdainmy advances rebuffed I was left smitten with no way to rectifyunseeing lust, was covetoussomething happened to me when you let...

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  • Black Poem of Human Bankruptcy

    The universe opened in silencebut humankind brought the noise.Among the stars it rose like a plagueand the cosmos trembled before its shadow. Luffaf, word of condemnation,echoes in the abysses without return.Lavvernoskan, the name of ruin,engraved on the walls of time.Sistumbrr,...

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    • Brilliantly penned, PAR. There’s always depth and wisdom in your writes my friend. Nicely done as always brother. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • I felt that using those 3 non-existing words would make it more of an objective impact, so I forged them… it worked. Thank you for being there. I wish you the best for 2026. Big Hug my dear Damian.

    • I love it, Paulo. It is such a strong, foreboding write. You don’t write fluffy bunnies stuff, you write blood and stone. I can always count on you to boost my blood pressure when I’m in a lull. Thank you for this one

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    honesty

    delicate is the visiongentle is the waydeep within me I am summonedonce again to your throne roomsacred eyes behold the lady in crimson hair wild and blondeeyes wide and observinguntil I see youWisdom, in all your glorymy heart softens...

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  • just do it

    Sit still a momentlet the world loosen its grip.No clocks, no names,only the hush between two heartbeats.Close your eyes as one closes a dooragainst the wind, gently,and the breath arriveslike a tide that knows your shore.In, outthe lungs become...

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  • pax et amor

    Will we, the damaged, find respiteoutside the shards of sleep at night?Can we, the damaged, dribbling there,old and withered in our chair,find that peace that can’t be bought,for which we battled, which we fought? Or does the struggle never end,no...

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    • I’m not sure, but those who make it to old age tend to come to a calm acceptance. It is the end of the journey, and perhaps for some the battle. Yet, those who do make it that far should see it as a blessing. So many do not get that far.
      Life is half attitude, really. Find the good, even if small. It’s there.

    • Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. I concur with Mark, getting older there is a calm acceptance that takes place. For me it was recognizing my mortality, and realizing if I didn’t change my perspective I was going to die miserable or suddenly. Or worse yet, both. I can relate my friend but there is a blessing in figuring out that changing the lens helps a lot. We all go through this you’re definitely not alone. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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