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Maureen Docherty Nov 23
A very good morning from London 🌞 I'm your guest host for today. Your word for Tuesday 24th November 2020 is . I like this word very much, it's so malleable, so mutable. Please take the word and make your unique impression on it.
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Ashley Houston Nov 20
Take my hand Remember The call The reason For this land Heal The despair From within As we waltz Away From all the lies Stepping on Cracks To break The fascism From within As Lady Liberty Holds The torch Of civility Waiting For us To come Together Once more
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𝓢𝓪𝓼𝓼𝔂 𝓢𝓪𝓿𝓿𝔂 𝓐𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓻 Nov 23
She held the letter reverently in one hand, with the other, she carefully allowed her fingers to brush gently over the seal feeling out the monogrammed indentations. She was nervous. The aged letter holding all the answers to everything she wanted to know. Maybe..
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DeRicki Johnson Nov 22
TheKraken Has declined To usher in Our final end So H.R. Has recruited The annoying KraKaren She’s failed to raze A single town Or fill the world With fear But I kinda Wanna end myself When her tirades Grow near She ain’t his image TheKraken’s Made quite clear
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Dr Natalie Reilly-Johnson Nov 23
This was the most exciting thing about becoming famous! The unveiling of my figure. I posed for photos with my clone. “Time to go,” said my agent. My waxwork winked & followed her. “Wait!” I tried to say, but my waxy lips were moulded shut & my feet wouldn’t move.
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Lisa Manus Nov 24
We reproduce countless figures of ourselves. In all our manifestations and ages. Some we eulogise, like the young ones. These we put on pedestals: laughing ones, and the crying ones, but the old ones we melt down - candles now, snuffed out at daybreak
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DeRicki Johnson Nov 23
They poured out From my Demons on a dark Rampage To kill My friends & family In search of me, The Mage I vibrate At a frequency As matches my Deep rage Vow to show Them demons My last hand Has not been played I pity The poor bastards— Too dim To be afraid
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Syreeta Muir Nov 23
The child was willing to eat unusual stuff if not watched vigilantly: leaves, wax, nappy cream. Would not eat their dinner for love nor money. Capable from an early age and powerful in peaceful protest; recognised resistance in play-doh up a nostril.
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Nigel Corbett Nov 23
Mirror mirror on the wall. Who is the fairest of them all? Snow White is elegant and refined. The most precious jewel you could ever find. A fate worse than death is what the Evil Queen is destined to befall.
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C.S. Voll Nov 23
Honesty whispers in the summer breeze; the moment of truth is upon them, when he unburdens his soul. “The moon could and wane but my love for you will stay the same.” Lips part for a kiss. “Meaning: it will remain very small.” Lips draw back for a sneer.
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💫 I r e n e 💫 Nov 20
Birds in the forest sing . Hear the soft sussuration of leaves. How the wind whistles. These sounds are the nexus between you and your lost self. The ancient language of forgotten things.
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Edward V. Fuller (A Road Scholar) Nov 23
A shows what you decide to see.
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Fizzy’sJustFizzy Nov 23
My last boyfriend Very quickly became My ex boyfriend He liked to His body all over That’s ok But when he asked Me to help With his Bum crack & sack I was like no thanks Goodbye
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Lily Literati 8h
Built of fine materials A singular watcher Of foreign parades Sailing unwittingly Unchartered waters Steering with intention... Yet it's the glide That captures me I venture on deck A soul tar Strange & loose Rigging sensation My mind on Njord & the sea.
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Sophie Brookes💜 24h
Is it wrong that it's taken me, a writer, almost until the end of the year to figure out what the tag meant? 🤔
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pixie dust ✨ Nov 22
Whenever She looks into the with a silver frame at night She sees him trapped inside. When she taps her fingertip on its surface, he awakes from his deep sleep & sings her the same song in a newfangled language. One day, She sang along. The spell finally broke.
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Indigenous Soul Nov 23
A practicing poet scribing pages while looking at the sky I love her scent as she comes home and looks me in the eye Passion's spoken in a silent language & mirrors reflect our light Day is done for both of us Now becomes our night
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Carol Beth Anderson (goes by Beth) 12h
Hello, I'm Beth, your host for November 25, 2020! Your for today is . Happy writing!
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Indigenous Soul Nov 24
1454 Surround me in our wax cocoon, never let me fly.
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Sarah Saunders 8h
The Lady sat deep in memories of the last time she had seen Thorkil, standing proudly on , ready to go to war. She had kissed him, he had promised to return to her. After the battle, she had searched the battleground for his corpse. He had been lost. Dead surely?
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