He looks and smiles. Me?
I feel spinach in my teeth
The grin spreads anyway
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Tangled Quicksand
I reach for you through shifting ground, But every step pulls me deeper, Where echoes of anger coil around The whispered love I keep in secret. Your eyes are both anchor and abyss, A storm I cannot tame nor flee. The past and present intertwist, A future that refuses to be. I fight the pull of your memory, Yet find solace in the ache. Quicksand heart, wild and free, I sink willingly, yet awake. No bridge can span this fractured space, No word undo the tangled trace. Love and rage, a twisted dance, An impossible future caught in chance.
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Elderly Woman Behind the Table in a Large Town
The glass of Absinthe sat before me. It’s quite amazing how despite such terror rendered upon their stones in the preceding decades, these streets still held the beauty I first read about as a girl. I never dreamed I’d set foot on these cobbles, at least not safely.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 days ago in Art
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I've not had spinach between my teeth but I've had lipstick stain on my teeth and it was soooo embarrassing, lol!
This really evokes the reality of blossoming love, that safety, that pleasure that can't be denied. I feel they'll go far.