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Sometimes…

When you can’t take it anymore… When you struggle and you wonder, and you wish… So hard.   Sometimes…  All you need, is…   I need… Oh I need…   So little, I want it all… I want it all…

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Quiet Fall.

    Quiet Fall. Screaming in the back of my mind… Be flamboyant, girl! If you want to stand out between Sweet Summer and Whippy Winter! Rain come, rain gone. Burrying a secret beneath background’s lawn… Quiet Fall. Dead look following the red leaves flying. Quiet Fall. Sigh going unnoticed with the raging winds. Quiet Fall… …… Continue reading Quiet Fall.

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Elastic heart

Via Daily Prompt: Elastic   They would never understand…Why should I bother trying to explain? Why am I the one left to tell the story? After all the hunting, after all the fights. The prey not necessarely being that, they wanted to see… Claws out, sharp teeth, your pityless jabs and my fingers around your…… Continue reading Elastic heart

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You can win too…

You probably all know about Jean de La Fontaine’s tale “The hare & the turtoise”… Today, I came across this video, that first made me smile…   https://youtu.be/m7NuVjpi72c   It was just cute. And then, it reminded me of all the times I read on other blogs, writers that can’t beleive they could achieve their…… Continue reading You can win too…

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Cyranny’s Jukebox…

  Friday night… Nope, I won’t go out… And have colorful cocktails or fancy wine, and dance all night. But it doesn’t mean that I can’t put loud music on at home, and dance anyway… Ok, I might not dance either. But Sia is still a good idea! And I might dance… We’ll have to…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…

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An angel down…

Most would think I was taken by surprised… But I let down my guard just so you could stalk me in the darkest of your thoughts. I closed my eyes, tilted my head and offered myself to your raging lust for fresh flesh. I might have lost a few feathers, your brutal desire tearing innocence…… Continue reading An angel down…