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The Flower Terrace
With a set of written instructions, oh please don’t forget, a plea to take care of the beauties there on the flower terrace. There was an exact schedule to keep. Pampered and perfectly guarded she sits so perfectly still, from the start until this moment each day and night equally fell. The pain that she…
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Love Injected
Tell Me again how many times you’d spread yourself, like some blessed thin layer offering yourself to others? In the curve of the left arm she held the needle still eyes were locked into eyes, “Hurry love!” In an instant the fire was lit so alive now burning white hot. One must admit to have…
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Count Me In
To count every lock, every obstacle of time one can only imagine the time it takes to wander aimlessly around trying to choose the exact key. Are our first choices always the best to consider or should we wait for a different answer? The longevity of time seems so impossible at times especially when a…
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Love’s Decay and Fury
This poem is affected by all the dark news on television this week. God bless all of us who have lost someone too soon. I could of left this as a draft but decided to to post anyway. Those new to the site (I love you followers btw) this version of the site was started…
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Every Touch
Each and every time she twists and turns the key I seem to always open up and let her in. The truth in her, she wants to be closer a true part of my skin she’s just not satisfied until we’re both underneath sharing the same things. Love’s decay, holds on to me tightly and…
