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White Mongoose Write Mongoose. In the dark hours, when I should sleep. The light burns bright and fires are still deeply burning a flame higher and higher for you. I will myself to break this ache. I still want to be close to you. To just. Hold hands. Grasp at fingers. Move together. I am moved by you. I am on my knees. On my knees so raw and calloused from dragging my heavy body through a daily routine. But in the end, I am a woman in need. That need was not sated. King of New York Hacks. Resting in tha...

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose. For what is this realism in the heroic state? Attached to garbled words, the sorry song of wanting. The effervescent apathy cursing in magnificent world order is no match for real feeling. 7 January 2012 at 21:32. No, it is not. Thankyou for your comments and criticisms! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. For what is this realism in the heroic state? Read, Learn, Love. Doubtfulpoet - A Poetry Blog. Dreams, Deliriums, and Other Mind Talk.

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose. I was consumed by your breath, your presence, your touch. The first night, so real and full of love, clings on to my memory and I cannot leave it behind. I will not forget you. I will not stop loving you. Thankyou for your comments and criticisms! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. In the dark hours, when I should sleep the light b. You shine as silver when we convalesce in autumn s. I noticed your stretched out toes and wanted to pr.

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose: 201106

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose. All of a sudden, lucid and bright, burned retinas and soul engulfed by plight. A scream she did make agonised and loud, and he had regarded but made not a sound. It was she who had swallowed the blood-tasting pill but he did not know what it was like to kill. She begged him to help her and curled into a ball but he had not seen the foetus and all. 8220;Make it stop oh won’t you please OH god no” And so it continued the cruel agony below. World still turning and breaks do no...

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose: 201008

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose. We built our foundations on quicksand; slowly we sank, but with determination to hold onto any solid form around us. I cemented our feet in blocks side by side but now we know that cement is no match for a disturbance deep inside. You held onto great rage and my pleas were but muffled cries in cement torn apart by tears and regret. Search for an academy where flesh can lay with the rest of flesh; let the community of fat and skin linger on bones, one as other. Your nose, th...

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose. Mapped on your body. Base of spine. If a cat you have lost 3 lives. My lives are my loves. I too have 6 left. A rather unusual series of events. Heavy hearted because who doesn't want to feel? Heavy mouths will feed. An accolade of what once was and what will continue to be. Suddenly. Almost immediate, heart sinking amongst rising floods of approaching tears. My blanket of sun won't dry your sodden grey clouds. Repulsive. Look! And if we walk them again the dust will rise w...

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose. We went to that place where the silence stung our eyes. Sticks and stones. Holding their own against broken words. Touched and made. Lying in reprieve. An eventuality to halt and relieve. Sumptuous moments there beyond affection and bitterness. Electric and statism. Beating in a stained room of fullness. Just a glance. Looking without seeing. Feeling. We are still one being. Cotton and stitch transfer emotion between two hearts. Tears will drop. Slowly but persistent.

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose: 201101

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose. Comfort. It's a comfortable word. Not onomatopoeic but still warming and kind. We take for granted our comfort in the new lights of morning windows but are jolted when sudden light breaks through a gap in the door. We are comfortable with our barriers, with our horizons that are still tangible. But barriers are for breaking, not just by us, but by our closest and nearest; our comforters. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Read, Learn, Love.

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose. I noticed your stretched out toes and wanted to press my fingers in the soft gaps. You restful positions are both amusing and endearing. I want to cuddle next to your beautiful being and listen to the sweet purr as I touch the velvet ears. Thankyou for your comments and criticisms! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. In the dark hours, when I should sleep the light b. You shine as silver when we convalesce in autumn s. Read, Learn, Love.

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose: 201111

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White Mongoose Write Mongoose. Mapped on your body. Base of spine. If a cat you have lost 3 lives. My lives are my loves. I too have 6 left. A rather unusual series of events. Heavy hearted because who doesn't want to feel? Heavy mouths will feed. An accolade of what once was and what will continue to be. Suddenly. Almost immediate, heart sinking amongst rising floods of approaching tears. My blanket of sun won't dry your sodden grey clouds. Repulsive. Look! And if we walk them again the dust will rise w...