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Your eyes,your smile,
Your voice,
Today I saw and I heard..
Through a of
Emotions,
The belief that my heart,
Has come back to me,
For eternal Love again to

How difficult is it?How hard
To say?
Please listen don’t leave…

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The wind’s reached gale force as it through the darkness. Suzy pushed her up her nose and watched the beat upon the window. It was such a Suddenly a of blood hit the glass. Her heart

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The encrypted hail of data surged. The suspecting diplomat busily touched his screen, knowing what they didn't. That this was the end. Hacking codes, he teleported to the hangar deck, stole a fighter, got behind the moon as the first salvo struck the ship.

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you never say my name
a lonely stocking
falls in lassitude
Sundays leak monotony and coolness
of winds
the perfection of the afternoon's poplars
dreams are blue
this spring will come
without you

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Weighing in over 400 pounds, Fat Tony, underboss of the Rigatoni crime family, was a feared yet unconventional gangster who worked a protection racket on the lower East Side. If you couldn’t pay up, he would accept installments in trays of lasagna and logs of prosciutto.

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racket of ruminations
ricocheting
w i t h i n
she
tries to steady
the cataclysmic ammunition
but it screams~
you
aren't
f o r g i v e n
tenderly,
she
engenders redemption
igniting
serenity and light
unremittingly
awakening
her empathic soul
t h e r e i n


Petruk

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my nirvana is not blissful
mine is a place
wild and uncanny
written about in primeval tales
where the maiden’s beauty
is the flip side
of the maiden’s monster





🎨Vanette Kosman

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As a tender summer sun rose over the mountains, a chip of ice melted off a cliff & rolled along the slope, gathering snow & wild arctic raspberries along the way. At the bottom of the slope, Archie, the polar bear, waited. For the first of this season's ice cream.

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Storymy own. Art created using A.I. Wombo Dream

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She grows her dreams in fields of That way, she isn't surprised if they don't come true, and she isn't surprised if they do.

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A of brimstone
A touch of fire
Stir in some blood
Passion's dark desire
Let it cool
Set very well
Then drink it down
Baby, you're going to Hell!

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These days, her once favorite easy chair is not in the best of conditions, but she still loves sitting on it, letting its gentle rocking take her back & forth between past and present, allowing her to examine how beautiful memories came to be laden with dust.

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Free yourself from your own grip

Holding grudges is like holding hot coal, unless you are actually learning something from it, you are actually clutching on to a self destruct emotion.

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The butterfly's wings tapped against his palms until spent. He lay her on the slide under glass and peered at her veiny hues through the microscope.
Close revealed a human face, the swell of tears. He should free her, but then his friends would never know...

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Of others is easier
Than introspection

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