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My stories

Lost love

It is the dry-boned shape wrapped in a cape of waves, her eye-less stare, her arms, the sea weed snakes that bare without a voice love's sin. Adrift again her beast-like grin, she gloats her blackened time-marked teeth

Words

I am a toolmaker I am always busy bent over the workbench of my mind What I form is exquisite and strong to keep up the creation of elegant lines and rounded edges. My tools are diaphanous lighter than air

Countless clues

(The way I write my poems)

The poetess

Not to show the sadness in her eyes and the sudden tremor caused by pain she moves slowly through her elegies with her feature's tenuous bouquet, wildly tied and almost loosely held. Half forlorn and somehow lingering

Self-Storage

I have a cold store for my feelings the unbearably painful ones colour coded in red, packed in ice, and kept in the deep freeze for the time being to retain my sanity. I froze the amber coloured ones, ,

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