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we are the people who see the statue in the stone and the landscape on a blank canvas but we see not just the image but the emotions as well and by ou..
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Fingertips trace sensuality
before shivers fade,
laying ley lines
between Dali-like limbs,
pathways are traversed
along subtle curves,
soft..
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She slipped like a breeze
below a threshold,
just a shiver upon chandeliers
hung in forbidding halls,
hoping the prisms
wouldn’t refrac..
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They are there,
just beyond redemption,
tugging loose hair into feelings,
no matter how we try to ignore pain.
sharp edges..
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A look into the past and the lessons learnt
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A discovery journey into truths that were lies
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A Rhyming Retourne
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What is purpose?
When hoary whispers cascade,
turning sensuality to slush,
and within I freeze.
Each tender touch cracks support;
cl..
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