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Miles Nowhere (in Tennessee) Dec 9
and in the end those things we lost were never ours to claim and what remained was by illusion and that should be enough for dreamers like us
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Monique πŸŒ·πŸ–‹οΈπŸŒΏ Dec 12
You illuminate the surface of the water there you are in frost and copper pots I see you in broken trees and pine needles on lush green and flower beds you continue in everything there is no end to you
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Scribbles on the Tombstone Dec 12
Candles the garage. Just enough for them to see. Just enough for them to make it to the mattress in the middle of the room. Canned goods watch them. And tools. Kisses lead to groping. Clothes come off. The garage door slowly opens. Dad's home early.
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Spencer Litman Dec 12
Time is like it’s drunk, and my poor wife is pushing pushing, suspended like this. She wants it done. Then it’s over, and time is stopped, much like the still heart of the baby born anyway. Who will never breathe. Never smile. She holds our dead child & screams.
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Barlow Adams Dec 10
He leaves her in December. She finds in the cold, takes the winter as a lover. Walks with it along paths treacherous and brilliant with snow. Breathes it in until it numbs her pain. When he returns he finds lips frozen to affection, eyes of frost, a heart of ice.
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Barlow Adams Dec 6
There’s a dress at the boutique. Lucy gawks at it each time she comes. One day she’ll buy it. It’s her goodbye dress, freedom dress, the one she’ll wear when she leaves her husband. He buys it for her funeral, recalling how she stared. Only the best for Lucy.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Dec 10
"I can't wait to those two scumbags, Haskins." "Comfort, sir?" "Yes, as in comfortational." "Should we confront them instead?" "That's what... oh er, yes, let's do your thing." "Good idea sir, they might rather enjoy your thing." "Be nice if someone did."
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Elizabeth Spring Dec 7
A pupil asked the teacher: What is ? Sunlight, she replied. Then what is sunlight? It's starlight. And what is starlight? The past reaching out to greet us, for we are its future. We are starlight.
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(Christmas) Carol 🎢 Beth Anderson Dec 8
He's immortal. He tells me so over cocktails made of . I'm ready to believe it. He sees my despair, and his hand covers mine. Memories rush in--me in every historical era, always falling for him, always while sipping moonlight. I smile. "Let's do this again."
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Monique πŸŒ·πŸ–‹οΈπŸŒΏ Dec 7
"Your resume is too long." "Anything in particular I should take off?" "Skills: camel hump brusher, tiny book reader, half-scene finisher, underworld vlogger, double-chin massager, archangel knitter, buttonhole surveyor, urban flea tamer. What are you applying for?"
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Petra 3h
Humming, she braided my hair as I wrote secret poems to the inimitable length of her neck & to her fingers quick & brown like mine 13 years old & I knew us; we were dying robins in winter & I needed her to sing to me because all of my songs had been stolen.
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Dawn Hosmer Dec 5
She was an open book that nobody chose to read.
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Dawn Hosmer 20h
There's no one else like you on this planet. With all your likes, dislikes and quirky habits. No one else has the same laugh or sparkle in your eyes. No one can tell the stories you have to tell. You are unique. You are wonderful. You are inimitable.
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(Christmas) Carol 🎢 Beth Anderson 6h
Recipe for a Bestseller Your plot must be with trendy tropes galore Your cover should fit the genre and stand out, never bore You must market without ceasing, and be real, don’t play a role And last, chant some incantations and perhaps try to sell your soul
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Petra Dec 9
Let us be neither fettered nor unfettered- let us wade in the deep spaces between decision, let us rest in the hazy dream before this action, and let us kiss forever in the smoky dusk before logic versus lust makes fools of us both.
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Monique πŸŒ·πŸ–‹οΈπŸŒΏ 16h
Inimitable beauty your curved belly soft bohemian rolls tales of 2nd helpings you digest a bitter taste of self-rejection of wanting to dissolve into a bruised ego find the - one - you are your pendulous balance innate wellness kindly dust love on yourself
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Adam Gentry 13h
β€œWho am I?” the huge white man-ape rumbled. β€œI’m the Snowman!” The explorer frowned. β€œI expected to find the Abominable one...” β€œNo, that’s my grumpy cousin. I just want to go to Broadway!” said the yeti, donning a top hat as he spun a dance cane.
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Voimaoy 11h
Good for you, said the rooster to the snail. It's true, few are called to greatness, like me. I am truly inimitable. Incorrigible, said the bobcat. Insufferable, said the owl.
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Scribbles on the Tombstone Dec 6
"You! I did this for you!" she yells, a in her eyes. Blood drips from her face, the blade in her hands "You love me, right?" she asks. "Now we can be together." I crumple to the ground. My family is strewn across the room. I've never seen this lady before.
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Sonia Rogers Dec 10
A is meant to be kept. A heartfelt assurance that you will do as you say. Never make a promise blithely. To some, the words are tossed freely about. But to a child, a promise is more than just words. It is a sacred oath worthy of fighting dragons to keep.
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