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HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC
An onion has many layers. So have I!
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A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
A different kind of beautiful
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
Live your life in style!
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
Boston's Best Sports Blog Since 2017
photos and thoughts for sharing
HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC
An onion has many layers. So have I!
Views on Football from the Front Row
Life is simple... So take notes
Never get lost in the Sauce
my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
A different kind of beautiful
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
Live your life in style!
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
Coloring Outside the Lines 
Congratulations — as they say in the Maritimes, you done right some good, ya did!
I wonder if the dark man and whiff of Sulphur doesn’t await all of us . . .
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It depends if you’re naughty or good. OR which you really serve. I’m thinking my lack of smell will help to surprise me in the end 😉 Thank you darling
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Do we know which we really serve until the end? Devil is a trickster after all.
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But your angel is my demon. So whose heaven do I end up in?
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Good question. How do you know my angel is not a fallen one?
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if you could fly, how do you fall?
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singed wings — like Icarus?
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Attempting forbidden things
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the pleasure and pain of burnt fingers
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Only pleasant memories and scars
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nascent nostalgia
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innocents coaching deities
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demons dance with angels
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Cherubs sing a funeral match
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while seraphims dance (match or march?)
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Lost souls peer through the glass
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fogged by heat of writhing within
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hymns of regret sing like birds
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notes flutter, crashing ‘gainst the glass
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falling butterflies litter the room
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last gasp of prismatic colours
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before the clouds obstruct view
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masking descent and ascent
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We know they never came anyway
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lost in the Elysian Fields or Field of Dreams
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tomorrow’s dream another reality
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a toast to days “of future passed”
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Vintage drowned blessed sorrows
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cherubs suck their thumbs
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Remembering the tastes of purity
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against the bitterness of sin
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Tea brewed of penance and desire
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I have put together a post from the beginning of the string on Coloring site. 🙂
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Will investigate. Curious to see what you have “assembled.”
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you say “assembled” as if I were Dr Frankenstein. No graves were raided in either post…. Oh but there may have been reanimation. The fallen angel thing is never total explained how the process works.
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I imagine you in your laboratory, experimenting with words, shouting “It’s alive” when the combination feels right.
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Wifey does not allow me to shout. so have to go to the bedroom and tell Erich ever cat is sleeping on the bed “It’s alive” and I have that manic laughter down to an art form 😈
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I was sure you had the laugh down — I can hear you in the background when I read certain of your posts.
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Sometimes it’s a smirk. No laugh necessary. 😏
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Well, I must have better hearing than I thought — heard you smirking!
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Borrowing from Freddie Mercury..”Please You must forgive me. I am old but still a child”
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And, to quote Dylan, “May you stay forever young.”
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Second posting from this thread on Project21 site.
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Will check this and the first one out. Haven’t transcribed our threads yet, so don’t know where I’m going with this one.
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plenty of ways to go.
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or seraphims dance macbre
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oops, macbre
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Sadistic angels leer
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sympathetic demons weep
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tears of disappointment sizzle
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vaporizing into miasma of disappointments
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can’t get the correction of macabre to stick.
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Welcome to auto correct poetry
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Fun, isn’t it . . . not (by times)
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spelled this words right
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certain dud.
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Prefect
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delete some of the above!
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Congratulations! It’s a great story!
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Thank you my dear. It’s not new just never got around to sending it off to spillwords. 😊
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It’s the first time I Have read it and I thought it was very well done! Great story!
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Thank you. I’m looking back at a few things and seeing what I might submit or work on. They seem different than I remember. Funny how it seems different
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