Delicate pleasantries in hiraeth,
Heartbreak's ragged panchard bloomings
With forgotten sanguine eyes,
Joy stirred in thickset strength,
Carvings streaked benign,
To crash in bouts
Of taut thoughts
Unto
You.

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Her words still echo in the & his mind.What would u do for pure luv.1 which is never ending &all consuming?.A luv that will wait for u until the end of time,&sacrifice itself for u."I would shower u affectionately with deeds,words are worthless"his reply
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Heart for sale
No love inside
One careful owner
Who withered
And died🥴

Buyer beware
For there is a curse
But we won’t talk of that
Or things could get worse😳

Finders keepers
If you would dare
To test your mettle
Maybe try a prayer🤔

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📸Toon Hertz

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☆ 10/08/2019 ☆

heart for sale/finders keepers/buyer beware/(s)he's withering away

use for your creations/all are welcome here.

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art: Toon Hertz

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☆ 10/02/2019 ☆

scars deeply beautiful/haunting her heart/she begs of you/do no harm

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art: Leslie Ann O'Dell

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It was a dark autumn evening
Cold fingers of wind
Tugged at her hair
A mantle of grey mist
Wrapped itself
Around her shoulders
The forest grew silent
She was afraid
But she was not alone
All of her ghosts
Were there


Art | TJ Drysdale

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50 art: Jeremy Young
she in shades, blue cobalt glass
plastic frames as charades, unmoving
are her lips, corners upturned slightly
very pleasing, suggesting, secrets
begging for sharing and believing.

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There is irony
in being artfully
productive
while having
no impulse
to be productive,
drawing afterglows
with a negative mind,
syncing respect
to damaging pressures
until there is none
of the latter
in the matter.
Oh, solitude.

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