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Record plays near bed
Dad reads to me in soft words
Soothes my cold away.
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Silken Chains
Silhouettes of the female form were given flesh and bone. Silken skin glistened under the spotlight. Dry ice rose around our Icons as they danced atop their podiums in the Square. Heralded for their beauty, their movements were slight, powerful, and sensual.
By Paul Stewart5 days ago in Fiction
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This poem made me feel calm, like recalling a childhood memory.
Awww this was so wonderful. Loved it!