Fading memories
That’s where we lived
Loss only counts in ones
Lingering is all hope does
It toys with belief
It ignores possibilities
Somehow we end up here
No-one did anything to get here
Which is how everything happens
A ghost of yesterday
Disappearing into tomorrow
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An onion has many layers. So have I!
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Life is simple... So take notes
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Fiction Writing
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...
Welcome To My World
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
"Good science fiction doesn’t have safe spaces.” -Mark Pontin
nice poem.
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Thank you for the kind words. 😀
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