Patience is a
That is what they say.
What isn't known is Virtue fell.
Became a sin.
The anger builds.
Suddenly Explodes.
Patience is no more.
Only red hot rage remains.
The virtues cry...
And the sins...
They rejoice.
For Patience fell...
Now Long Live...
Wrath!

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As the bus passed through the village, he saw her. Long, wavy tresses covered by a shawl that hid part of her angelic face, sensuously hazel eyes, lips that quivered in the chill. Years later, he'd still remember her & wonder why he never got down at that village.

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Though his kiss was sweet and tender, there was a to it.

She tried to shake the feeling. This wasn't his first deployment.

Still, just in case, she held him a little longer and tighter.

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the beatings of my heart identified the phases of the moon
winds
the tonalities of my voice & the heaviness of wheat in any given year
we laid in the grass, poppies playing on our faces with the rhythmicity of the waves on tranquil days
I am in love with you

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Red? White? From France? Napa Valley? Cheap bottle from the gas station?
You decide. I'll serve the prompt, wine & you make cocktail you want through your vss piece!

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Strings of lights lit the carnival and the scent of cotton candy filled the air. The trapeze artists finished their rehearsal; Edith’s flew out behind her as she swung high - like the horses’ tails as they danced. As I painted my face, I knew the show must go on

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It can be a plant, it can be part of an eye, it can be a name. What identity comes to your mind first when you think of an Iris?

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Blossom

O’ the affairs of the heart and soul whose bloom is like an ocean of love. ✍️🏽#bravewrite

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Scythe is particular
Rarely employed
Shaft
Cut through void
Otherwise useless
Other tools I've toyed
Tried shovel
And once a fork
Personal favourite
Actually a spork
Scythe is tradition
For reaper
With spork I become
Noodle eater
It's not scary

G Reaper

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We dance
en masque
aimless fingers rove
Conversation glib
scandalous laughter
fractal night



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In the end, the battle wasn't won by a final throw of the warrior's but by a razor-sharp strike of his fearless intent.

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you tell yourself
no harm

in these moments
of pleasure

fantasies of cream
colored delight

but the roofs
have abandoned these houses

and the sun
has devoured the earth

and this burning guilt
is like the sky on fire



art by Anna Razumovskaya

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Beginnings

...are like winnings as opposed to endings that its trauma like the of a polecat.✍️🏽#SeduceMeSundayWrite

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It wasn't until the golf club proceeded with their controversial redevelopment that they found it.

The community was abuzz. Had the fabled Mahogany Ship finally been uncovered?

The truth was stranger - a metallic frame.

Arachnoid.

Woken from its slumber.

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~

lockdown forever
to link fast our rust-colored
horizons unbound...

~


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Do not wake me
Let me sleep eternally
Beneath the light
Of a moonbeam
For I wish to remain
Living forever within
My dream

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Intuition

Here in the solitude of my office,
where sight, sound, and mind is
and
plans are the norm—I rely solely
on my intuition.✍️🏽#bravewrite

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scarlet blazed warcry
hips oscillate seductions
she sways whilst she burns



📷Valenty

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The shell-shocked diver tried to what he'd seen. The consensus was that he'd hallucinated from oxygen loss, but he was adamant it had been real.

The mermaid's hair was made of eels, their skeletons lit up with electricity. He'd barely escaped with his life.

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