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blue.



i fiddle
with your shapeless skin,
stretching over your
bones.

i dig
into your soul, stained
with blue-black sins

and pray for the moon.


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  • PerfectImperfection
    January 31

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    Excellent take on the prompt my dearest - your pen has always been gifted, but continues to bloom!!!


  • amaranthine lover gold member
    January 28

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    this is what I was really looking forward to. excellent write


  • Blue Rew silver member
    January 19

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    While I will not get violent about it, I do give some credit to divebar for the response that shows real interest in this work. This one entrances right from the beginning, hooks one into imagery involving liasons made in deeper night. The last line is a cold splash bringing the reader out of
    a (moon) trance by stating the obvious and pairing a subservient action with those assertive ones proceeding in fiddle, dig. Given the title, I just had to read and happy I did. Blue


  • divebar
    January 14

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    i can tell immediately that your prompt was moon related, and this piece is way too badass for it. the first seven lines: fantastic. line eight made me want to pull out a baseball bat.