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Classic Movie Hub Oct 1
"hehe, one of my favorites... Happy National Hair Day! and :)"
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CherieTaylorBattiste 24 May 19
union seen as free I smile kiss boat before travel see if followed and float as anchor unravels to meet at remote retreat hidden sun dappled we sink in sweet forbidden pink sakura above petals settle as hands blessing blossoming contraband of budding love
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DeRicki Johnson 23 May 19
thin The boundary tween My dualities A Devil schemes An Angel pleads Each in an ear, you see Old Satan’s A better speaker To win my ear I fear Least I’m gonna Blame him when My schemes all end in tears Glad for a scapegoat For what in truth Are my ideas
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D. Annie 🍁🌹🍁 23 May 19
Dancing amongst the flowers She swirled and twirled Her wings Fluttering in the wind The sun shining so bright The iridescence sparkled Breena relished days like Like this Wildflowers blooming Their scent drifting upon The air Smiling dreamy Love too was here
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DeRicki Johnson 23 May 19
I don’t believe in magic But since you crossed “the veil” I sense a susurration speaking To where my heart dwells I imagine they’re whispers— Unheard secrets that you tell If there’s golden Tween Living&TheDead I wonder if to other side Will pass my Heart&Head
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Christine Jun 3
: "Who? When? Where? What? When? Why? How? Oh! Who? Whew, must've been a nightmare!" : "Oh yeah? That's what you think!"
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Cheryl Lawson, Sci-fi Author 23 May 19
The wings opened, closed; opened again. When the old gardener approached the mound, he was overcome with awe at their numbers. The butterflies formed a perfect human silhouette on the newly-turned earth. A woman’s face stared back at him, blue and unmoving.
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🎃 Dan the Damned 🎃 Sep 24
Doodles of the Damned Day 24: Monsters have interesting lives don't they?
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James Matthew Byers 23 May 19
The Druid City She is a spider spinning along the branches of water oaks weaving magic as daylight fades and shades of her wistful wonder swallow me whole, a fly in her webbing ebbing into the dusk of her arms where we watch the moon rise.
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Emily Harney 🖤💀 23 May 19
The bright red lights from the ambulance flickered outside, foggy through the . He watched as they rolled her body out, piece by piece. He wondered if they were still searching for her hand, which rested peacefully next to him. He drew the curtains with a smile.
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Kelvin Rodrigues 22 May 19
“They really are quite marvellous creatures, aren’t they Haskins?” “What are, sir?” “Why spiders of course.” “Not really sir, no.” “How could you think that? Take their webs, did you ever see such skill.” “Why would I take their webs? I’ve them at home.”
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Máscara de Látex Oax Sep 26
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Keith Anthony 22 May 19
A spider builds a web Outside my front door I accidentally break it He resumes his chore Respinning, no complaint Finest thread I watch in admiration Wondering in my head How he is that patient I struggle so to be Just one of many lessons That nature teaches me.
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Sanya R. 23 May 19
You knew how to charm me and become a mirror of hope in front of a tempest of emotions My sweet mirage without voice Thank You for the alchemical fusion of your serenity and my fervor into a love's thread embroidered on our side of heaven's blanket.
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KJ Clarke 23 May 19
In an instant Ed was gone; A section of shattered foremast had swung on its lines like a pendulum & swatted him against the mizzen. The howling gale stretched bright strands of red across deck, as briny as the spray in my eyes & metallic as the bile in my throat
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Nathalie *complexities make poor soundbites* 4h
Walk along the canal featuring early morning sun, rising mist, and gossamer
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Mackenzie Littledale, Author/Manuscript Critique 23 May 19
How do I free myself from the anchor of depression? It weighs me down, heart, mind and soul, holding down my dream's wings that used to flutter at your touch. You try to console me, but can you snatch me from the grip of this Leviathan?
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Ruby Mohan 24 May 19
Notes.That.Never.Get.Sent Dear Neighbor The thread of sleep tied to my dreams has snapped. Trust me, I get it. You have a nightlife. Your nightlight comes with mental wattage on dim. Meanwhile we have day jobs. With ugly bosses. Ms. (Dis)Gruntly
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🧜‍♀️♡•°•Giselle•°•♡🦢 23 May 19
Puppet strings The patchwork Threading To my Stormy soul The tethers Of life Contained Within A crystal bottle Senses Heightened In gorged Gallons Numbing Poison To a biting Heart Bleeding Retrospect~ Lay me down Amongst The thorns I might prick Instead
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CGizemA 23 May 19
Fly: Wanna hear a joke? Camel: Oh, go on then. F: What do you call a dancing spider? C: I dunno, what? F: A chacha-tula. C: F: Don't worry, I where that came from.
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