Category: Cherita
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The Empty Side
When I wake up… Instinctively, I reach for you and find the empty side of the bed. A flood of anguish in a raging sea of perpetual loneliness.
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Delicious Burn
A sudden captivation: eyes locking overdirty martinis. Two reckless heartsin a sublime tango —like moths to a flame.
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A Secret’s Secret
It’s Open Link Night over at the dVerse Poets Pub. Sanaa is our host. I’m one of your most dangerous secrets. A guilty pleasure keptsafely under the covers and silent as a lie. Be mindfulof certain secrets, my dear.They like to tell themselves.
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Self-preservation
A heart can only break so many times before it numbs itself to pain, joy, love, sorrow. then all it can do is beat — until it doesn’t.
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My Charms
Today at the dVerse Poets, we have Art as Inspiration, and introducing Beverly Dyer. I may as well have tried to tame a Mustang stallion or steal a mirage thinking my charms were enough to capture your heart and you would love me back.