is Sunday,
March 21, 2021.

“We believe everyday is poetry in the making!” ©

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Her eyes were blinded by cataracts. The park was dark and gray, except for the birds. Sapphire blue jays, ruby cardinals, amethyst hummingbirds. Brilliant, they sang a song only she could hear. She smiled as she at the tiny, winged angels.

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Cascading flavours
present in fire
A portal we've entered
wreathed in desire
A passion
so piquant
an ecstatic oath
This appendage of love
the ultimate troth

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How vividly
we did once
sprout our
appendages
through portal
of perpetual
dream.


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tOxiC mUsiNgs

your love
hovers
over my soul

while angels

a look-see
exclaiming
of toxicity’s

dripping like spilled
lavender in a
for which—lustful
cravings are revealed

✍🏽#Vss365

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The sniffed, sensitive nose twitching at the in the air, sensing the of my escape
I dug deeper into the stall
The vendor cowered beside me
I unsheathed my sword
I didn't want to fight

The rider was my brother

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Next Time🦋

In my
life can at the
drop of a dime or like
a catchy with a
teardrop & in
mind. So, I quibble like
colorful butterflies that
nibble and nibble and
nibble—until next time.
✍️🏽#SeduceMeSundayWrite

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Happenstance

A little pinot, Miles Davis, a good book—that’s my & I’m sticking to it like an —I swim upstream, feeling like it’s all a dream—#folded nice & neat like a napkin or maybe by happenstance is what happened.🤔✍🏽

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Each page heard was a fragrant sigh. They roused sacred spirits into the air and forged opportunities to make friends with what could've remained foreign. I made it a...#MondayFic 1/2

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eventide inside the garden
it falls down like a galaxy lover
his verse is worse than stern
evil and empty fully cored poetry
tendon delicate with emotional energy
bowing stars whisper that
his book is made of eerie
the chapters gilded in girl power

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We fell with eventide, becoming torpid after hours of laughter over dark chocolate fondue. I was besotted with how rich his smile was. It carried no past hurt yet included all... 1/2

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The brumous limbo of winter held the warmest days and nights. Gentle sun-fire on my skin, skies abundant with stars, and intoxicating fondness uncovered past an open door.

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Mask

My thinks happiness is a myth where spirits wear masks in the eye of a needle, but myths are like people—they change from moon to sunshine taking to the awake all night—bringing joy, hope, and power to transcend into the light.✍️🏽#bravewrite

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🎭The POETs’ lover was her a unicorn, he was rare, colorful, mystical & magical. Sent from the divine, right on time like a gift in the or a shining star that twinkles near & far—my ecstasy was a dream—hell, you know what I

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Soon

...I align with perfection to the deal—& fill my cup with where love was once before—& heartstrings ‘clapback’ for more while gone are the days, I say, “non, je vais bien, merci, ” to bask in l’amour promised to me.✍️🏽#vss365

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"The best lives are lived w/ simple heart," Halmeoni said. "All are leaders and sheep cresting opulence as feathery snow, all may fall w/ wonder or sorrow, all may melt... 1/2

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The flutters before everything falls to the pit of your stomach isn't always bad. I learned that when I giggled over dumplings & you'd looked at...#LilLuvStory 1/3

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I AM💕

... guided by a divine light of mine—
fierce & full of I strike while
the iron is hot like a binge watching to beget what is not. O the sweetness of every escapade is like & dancing—amidst a moonlit serenade.✍🏽#Vss365

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Our tastes have somewhat synchronized since the womb. Blackened foods are anathema and should be launched into the nearest bin where... 1/4

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Lagoon of ego
swimming promises
seeking inauguration
Hook of resistance
dangling bait
of peace




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