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Until the Ash | solbuesol
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Ramblings of a feral mind. June 14, 2014. For I love you. Until the end is upon my breath. I will love you. Beneath the falling sky. At the foot of the gallows. Until my heart is ash. And the day is dust. This entry was posted in micropoetry. One response to “. August 2, 2014 at 6:32 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Once Upon a Time.
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Laura | solbuesol
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Ramblings of a feral mind. October 1, 2014. With the percussive snap. Of this bastard heart. There are no questions. The others can see. Where you’ve been. What will always be. Your acre of flesh. Your altar of appetence. Your harbor of sun. Your hue of plum. All which is decreed. Yours, only yours. Even beyond the pyre. My ashes still rising. To dance with your name. And all that’s holy. Upon the Autumn wind. This entry was posted in micropoetry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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What I Can’t Say | hoodedworrier's Blog
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This WordPress.com site is just for viewing for now. What I Can’t Say. You manipulative little cunt. How fucking dare you! You get to do whatever the hell you want. And everyone is expected to tip toe around you. Always too scared of setting you off. You’re not right, you can’t help a lot of it. I fucken get that! I’m no monster. Buy some of it is you just being a cunt. You know exactly how your shit plays out and you get some twisted satisfaction from pushing the buttons. Just fucken stop it. Fill in yo...
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November | 2015 | hoodedworrier's Blog
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This WordPress.com site is just for viewing for now. What I Can’t Say. You manipulative little cunt. How fucking dare you! You get to do whatever the hell you want. And everyone is expected to tip toe around you. Always too scared of setting you off. You’re not right, you can’t help a lot of it. I fucken get that! I’m no monster. Buy some of it is you just being a cunt. You know exactly how your shit plays out and you get some twisted satisfaction from pushing the buttons. Just fucken stop it. On A Cacop...
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Elastic | S A Healey
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Between the shreds of doubt. And comes back to life. In and out of promise. One door and pries open another. Begins to rise again. Until you cry out. Until the spells of vertigo. Are almost too much. The finality of no. S A Healey, a happily married mother of two, is and will forever remain, a lover of words and a sucker for romance. You can find out more about her novels and other works at http:/ www.sahealey.com. This entry was posted in blog. June 25, 2015. 9 thoughts on “ Elastic. Thanks very much 😊.
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The Forgotton Spots by Sheila Hall | Desires in the Dark
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Desires in the Dark. The desires of the heart and soul expressed through words. Delectable Quotes and Phrases. Passionate Prose and Posts. The Meaning of it All. The Forgotton Spots by Sheila Hall. He sits across from me, staring out the window in contemplative silence. The café may be bustling around us but our tiny bubble is undisturbed, leaving me time to observe the gift in front of me without reproach. But I know the softness of his touch and the love in his heart. I know all his forgotten spots and.
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Your Anchor | hoodedworrier's Blog
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This WordPress.com site is just for viewing for now. What I Can’t Say →. Then you can purge it all, emerging stronger, back in control, happier, healthier. Your gorgeous, cheeky smile no longer a mask to hide behind, instead a stunning reflection of your beautiful soul. One thought on “ Your Anchor. September 19, 2015 at 10:21 pm. This is beautiful and a stark reminder that fantasy and reality are so wide apart. A very lucky lady you are talking about. X. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. What I Can’t Say.
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A New Year | Desires in the Dark
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Desires in the Dark. The desires of the heart and soul expressed through words. Delectable Quotes and Phrases. Passionate Prose and Posts. The Meaning of it All. A time for renewal. A time for rebirth. A time for beginnings. Art: Forest Walk by Tom Baetsen. By Desires in the Dark on January 1, 2015. Posted in Passionate Prose and Posts. Tags: A New Year. Passionate Prose and Posts. One Response to “A New Year”. Crisp footsteps in fresh glow of new snow, heated desires to melt, you know…. There was preser...
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The Calm | Desires in the Dark
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Desires in the Dark. The desires of the heart and soul expressed through words. Delectable Quotes and Phrases. Passionate Prose and Posts. The Meaning of it All. The moon, pregnant with her glow,. It is not the sun and its warmth. That lead me to the calm. It is not the wind and its freedom. That leave me with peace. It is the moon. That cools my heated blood,. That soothes the inner beast,. That leaves me in contentment. Wrapped up in love. By Desires in the Dark on July 12, 2014. Enter your comment here.