dVerse
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. This time our prompt is drum. Finally numb to feelings Of love: thoughtlessly (sometimes purposely!) shattered too many times — there’s nothing left to break. Yet, somehow it continues To beat its lonely rhythm, a monotone drum solo for an audience of one who wishes It
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Tonight at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are celebrating the color Red. Sarahsouthwest is our host tonight. Yeah. Red. Red reminds me of you. That careless blur of candy-slut-red lipstick that tainted your white-on-white shirt. I got rid of the stain — but you failed to get rid of its carrier. Crimson Red. Like
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Our writing prompt is Magic. Exactly 44 words. A roomful of people or even a nightclub when you looked at me and grinned that crooked grin Poof! the world disappeared. Just you and me. Sometimes that magic still happens when I gaze at the midnight sky and

