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[m-anda-p-anda]

[naughtysuzanne]

Pleasure

[masterxdanx]

[my-wicked-heart]

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Rick Jolson

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Bill Strome

[stra-punto]

[celticthunder1994]

[stoicmike]

I thought something interesting and now I can’t remember what it was — I hate my brain. -- Michael Lipsey

[wired-messiah]

Tomorrow

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Tomorrow I turn 29 without you.

Like I turned 28 without you.

Like I turned 27 without you.

Like

the years passed us by, always

a 'see you later', but never

a 'goodbye'. Until it was. Until

something changed, and

it was something I missed. Something

that grew and grew inside you

for all those years we shared and

all those years we didn't, and

my love, my friend, that thing

will grow in me now, forever.

It won't go away. But I'll keep it,

gladly, for you. Gladly.

Tomorrow I turn 29 without you.

I'll turn 30 without you.

40 without you.

50 without you.

And there you'll be,

all the same, as

the last time we said

'see you later'.

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[stoicmike]

Cold personalities always find it easier to move on. -- Michael Lipsey

[subtextures]

Mid-December

Oak leaves skitter

like fragile kittens

down the empty street.

The first blue norther

slices through the trees,

rattling my old bones.

(December 10, 2023)

[pelicandensity]

We Hide Our Secret in Our Chains

it is the fearful things we wish would remain undisturbed which hold us back secrets have a weight often unaccounted for sometimes it’s not easy to see the efforts of others to keep it hidden but like Marley and his lock boxes they are carried as a burden revealed and no one wishes to admit how much the weight can hold them back

[nakd-fmdm]

In her control

[memorytales]

as I stand by the river rushing cars make the bridge sing I was never a believer but in my head, as the air rings, my voice joins the decibels of vibrating steel to pray a young moon my sentinel on a sleepy December day