Tag: Quadrille
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Read more: Shapeshifter
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.…
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Read more: Anhedonia*
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…
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Read more: Shadowed
Memories of you, of us, obscured and steeped in a blur of dusty fog and fuzzy cobwebs. Shadows of a distant past — sometimes half-forgotten — sometimes half-remembered but always just out of reach like missing pieces of a…
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Read more: The London Pickpocket
I wasn’t even trying, wasn’t even thinking about it. So far out of the wild blue I almost didn’t recognize It. Serendipitous, yet quick and sly — like a London pickpocket. That sweet kind of suddenness is the best part…
