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Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

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The Series, Sets and Collections. A List of Favorite Bands. Thursday, June 12, 2014. Aural pleasures span the darkest caverns,. Unearthing scenes dispatched to furthest nooks recessed beyond the transcriptions filtered in mundane,. Blind to tumults spawned by inconvenience spared, the watch spins in sternward approbation, coveting a valance oft ignored, tempering uneven folds with carcasses of lost oases.

Is she the last of a generation,. Who lived through two centuries. Of cataclysmic events and change;. A century that felt the consequence. Of moving territories and boundaries. From crowns to oligarchical republics,. From rags to riches beyond counting,. Technological revolution, the benefits. Of science, engineering and medicine,. A system of healthcare and welfare that,. Is she the last of a generation,.

It started with your voice, your shimmering breath. Calling - so strange! My name. I rose, undreamed,. Across that space it seemed. The world unfolded of itself, a findern. Then I came upon you, lost,. Pitiful - until you saw me there, ghost. Of your ghost, shade of your shade, reflection. You bent to me, passion. Finding mirrored passion, the gloaming coal.

In the rubbed smooth hollows. Of the groin, the sea has hurled. Its pebbles now marooned,. Mute and motionless, swallowed. In time, they may. As ebb turns flow, as rough is worn. To silken driftwood by sheer. Ease the peeling frame from.

The wrong way for some. As summer whispered her cruel secret. The leaves will fall this year,. Will squeeze the secrets out of all of us.

Boring, terrifying, torturing. Dreadful, desolate, desirable, delectable. Written for OctoPoWriMo Day 6 prompt - Tantalizing. This is in the Diamante. Thursday, 19 February 2015. When I look into your eyes. When I look into yours eyes. All my fear and worry dies. Words flow like a waterfall. I blurt out my feelings all. My hears leaps out a mile. As you agree with a smile.