In her poem "Strangers," Charlotte Spires explores the idea that we romanticise people we don't know, even those lovers who have since become strangers. Read it in full here
https://t.co/lKfCZ12Rwu

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We watch and wait,
We'll patient be,
Oh won't you come
Have tea with me?
The drink is hot,
The tales are long,
Come cast a spell
Or share a song.

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with her terpsichorean grace



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132 Mon-Tues

Dancing Butterflies | Graceful | Slender | Pointed toes | Ballet

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If passion were a perfume
Its would be surrounding me
on satin sheets, the wafting breeze
the lingering essence of you



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It was a night
fraught with fright
his music is sublime they said
yet it filled us all with dread
no harmony, just dissonance
songs to steal our innocence
his face a mask that could not disguise
the malevolent evil in his eyes




(🎨Simku Kim)

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Beyond time infinite,
Beyond the beautiful stars of heavens
there you are
Shinning with fulgor
Love in the great vault exists forevermore
Beyond the great creation you are,
my soul vague in the multicolored lights
Of love itself.



PRIZE

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He asked, "Did I tell you I love you?"

"Never enough," she replied.

"Good.

I want to tell you all the time.

Repeat myself.

Until I have no voice left.

Then I will write it until my fingers are dust..."

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Painted and created a collage and quinzane for fun.
My ice cream pint is empty!
Sticky prints guide me
Cat licks lips.
(c) R. Howell

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In March & October 2018, I self-published two short poetry books I'd been slowly compiling since graduating from . Here's the cover of each, and a link to the first:
https://t.co/7PQVHpFMK7

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~from Ruin My Lipstick: A Poetry Collection
"Poetry is what my soul bleeds when I'm not looking..."
https://t.co/Fs5eMgSkkw

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My thoughts
of him
and us
and past
and present—
like liquid
through a straw—
a future uncertain.
R.B. O'Brien Author

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“The Spider” ~ page 17
a tiny Hercules with strength unfurled
The Wind Softly Murmurs Poems of Family Love and Loss
https://t.co/TBAVk2G5zc

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