Poetry Form
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It’s still my favorite January. The typical grey, cold nothingness hovered until the magic happened. You made the sun shine and flowers bloom — like only you could. Albeit fleeting, I’d do it all again. With you.
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I cannot imagine my life without you in it, at least in some capacity. While I am not a woman who shares her man willingly, for you I make the exception. For you, my lover. My heart. My anomaly. But what if the tables were to turn? Would you be so understanding? Would not
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Written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s Daily Prompt, which is the image below. The sun yawns, waking me up to gauzy shades of orangey-yellow your favorite color! So glad there are crayons in Heaven.
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did you see the Moon early this morning? ripe and luscious and ready to burst — remember when I was just like Her?
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I jumped off the deep end and you didn’t follow. That should have been my first clue, but as they say, love is blind— and wasted, too— on you.
Ergo, the Ogre 