44 words
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So sweetly, your gentle love wound its way around my heart like delicate passionflower tendrils. O, but soon it transformed into a strangling kudzu vine: clinging, binding, suffocating, and finally withering my almost-beating heart — leaving a silent screaming wound. You and your vicious love.
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. Today our writing prompt is the word, embrace. 44 words. I’ve wondered about it often — How it would feel To be wrapped in your embrace. Decorated in Fancy Red diamonds as rare and dazzling as you are? Or perhaps it’s more like a draping of
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poetry Pub. Jade/Li is our host today and she has given us the writing prompt, Way. Admittedly, she was a radiant bride. No groom ever looked hotter in a tux — It seemed normal. What told the tale The way you looked after The I-dos.: Desperation and regret
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week, our writing prompt is the word “abide.” “Love will abide” — until it gets tired of waiting for never until it nearly starves from subsisting on scraps of attention so grudgingly thrown until it finally realizes that its been had and rips that heart
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It’s Quadrille Monday over aat the dVerse Poets Pub. This week, it’s The Happiness Project! *** They say it comes from within — happiness. Unless the within Is without. Where rainbows are gray music is lonely silence laughter is as unlikely as Chamicuro. Longing is non-existent when within is without love can’t won’t live in
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