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The branches scratch against twilight.
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Prompt 3:
It's amazing how you can keep so much bottled up inside of you and you can just walk around and nobody has any idea.
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The tile is a shock to my bare feet
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You took my breath when you slammed the door.
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His penetrating stare holds her in thrall
until she is devoid of self-control.
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I'll sing it one last time for you,
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Her excited whisper freezes on her lips
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A peasant girl from eastern France, I was blessed with divine guidance.
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They glistened in the moonlight as he spoke.
Who knew what threat was masked behind that smile?
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Phantom caresses
prick at my skin,
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I'm stretched thin.
Pressure forces me to swell
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Tailored suits
shoot icy stares
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Tailored suits
shoot icy stares
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The Loss of Us
I stared at my hands
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Children weep
for the lost
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Drunk on bitterness
and empty promises
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Layers of earth
separate my cheek
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My eyes snap open
and I try
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It bobbed twice
before the water
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The sky threatens winter weather,
but the ground is bare, and cold,
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The sun shone down and filled the air with flies and sweat.
The heat watered everything down, made it shimmer and dance.
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1. Maryland
2. a shepherd's hook
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The hook is heavy, lodged
in a body swollen
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The blades prick
the skin on my naked arms
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It flickers
in the darkness.
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I stared at my hands
while I packed, knew if I looked
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They stir within me
as you brush my arm..
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pixxiepoetess / We struggle deep within ourselves / to tame our inner muse / so we can share our simple joys / and our bitter blues. / We harness words upon the page, / hope to make it come alive. / We humbly of
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They stand behind their podiums, / preaching for their cause, / selectively blind and numbed / to the flood of pain and loss. / They hide behind the colors / of the flags over their land, / careful not to let
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A mid-summer's day / the heat left their skin / damp with perspiration. / She tried to hide / the goose bumps that speckled / her arms as h
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The darkness tears / the silence and resounds / with an oppressed echo, / sets my chest / seething with hollow chaos; / a hidden Armageddon / as I strangle / against the emptiness / that rips at my bare skin
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He rants a free verse / from the bible's depths / as his soles beat / against the worn concrete. / Hand-painted sign held high / in the dea
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