Poetry
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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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I cannot imagine a world without your inescapable, reckless charm. Without a doubt, my finest hour was all about you and being part of your life; a dangerous secret — knowing all too well that we existed only in my mind. If only “we” could have had a chance before you fell in love with
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your old pick-up lines flow velvet-warm like good scotch from a cheap bottle.
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A sudden captivation: eyes locking overdirty martinis. Two reckless heartsin a sublime tango —like moths to a flame.
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Slow, sweat-nasty burn. Nothin’ sexy here, Bozo. It’s Menopause, yeah? Back away real slow. Don’t make no sudden movements — nobody’ll get hurt.
Ergo, the Ogre 