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    Backsliding into Hell

    inches to miles
    look how far we’ve fallen
    never perfect but better than this
    they’re rewriting what they aren’t erasing
    stacking the deck in their favor
    throw another log on the fire

    some say he’s crazy
    and they’re probably right
    but crazy can still be evil as well
    and nobody’s stopping his actions
    what does…Read More

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  • I was made for you

    What do I do
    When no other can deliver
    What you do
    I was created especially for you

    I don’t care what they say
    I never did anyway

    Come to me…

    Your the one I choose
    Honestly it can only be you
    No other will do
    No one knows my body like you

    Come and kiss me greedily
    As though this must last for an e…Read More

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    • WHOA!!! Fia, I can feel the heat all the way over here… poetry month just got a little more…. er… what’s the word…. enticing. -Curt

  • For the Woman I Love and the Men I Adore

    The 6th arrives
    with a softness I did not authorize.
    It walks in barefoot,
    carrying the woman I love
    in the palm of its hand
    so much,
    too much,
    more than any day
    should be allowed to hold.

    She stands there,
    quiet as a vow,
    loud as a heartbeat,
    and April 6th bows to her
    as if she were the…Read More

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  • State of Mind:

    Dear Danny,
    I sit alone behind these grey concrete walls, wondering if the Police really know it all?
    Craving just a little male affection when all I seem to get is your rejection?
    Write me letters, pick up the phone, need your sweetness, so sick of living here on my own.
    I loved you, baby, you loved me, said I loved ya, it…Read More

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  • Unraveling

    I watched the thread,
    slip from my fingers,
    cold as steel.

    I couldn’t hold the end,
    or trace the start.

    Like a shadow in alleys,
    following the hunt,
    its shadow in my chest,
    too swift to name.

    I watched the thread
    through the silence.

    You can only sense
    when nothing stirs.

    I felt tremors pulse
    through skin, t…Read More

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    • I was just thinking the other day of all the ways of saying and meanings for unravel. This is a potent expression of it 😊

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