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My Reality
In this moment, I find myself lost in a dream where I am cradled in your embrace, feeling the warmth of your touch and the sweetness of your kiss. It’s a world where I belong to you once more, surrendering my heart and soul completely. In this space, you allow me to see your true self, trusting that my love for you is pure and unwavering, for you are my everything. I envision a life filled with joy, where I can gaze into your eyes and express the depth of my love for you.
As I drift deeper into this reverie, the world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a moment that feels both timeless and infinite. The gentle rhythm of our breaths intertwines, creating a melody that resonates in the very core of my being. Each heartbeat echoes the unspoken promises we share, a silent vow that binds us together in a tapestry of love and understanding.
In this space, vulnerability becomes our strength. You reveal your dreams and insecurities, and I listen with an open
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thanksgivings
Thank you
For new things, like spring, and tea
Given to me by Lynn at a coffee shop
So I don’t ditch my diet and give in
To falling back into soda pop.
Thank you
For the blessings in disguise, like
My A/C going out not 9 months after
Install and having to open windows
During the loveliest spring we’ve ever had.
Thank you
For friends that still hang out
With friends that hate me, so I can spy
On how tiny they still are and how much
We have all changed. Does the hurt
Still matter anymore? I don’t think so.
I love them, even if they don’t love me.
Thank you
For growing,
For new leaves in the spring.
I stood under them today while downtown,
Basking in their tenderness, admiring
The electric green
That is only there for awhile
Before they toughen for the hot summer.
Standing there while listening to the
Idle chat of a brother and sister,
I realized just how much I am like these trees.
Budding, spreading, getting my roots deeper
And deeper
Ev’ry year.
Making the most
Of the new
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One With The Shadows
An average man looks at the darkness and in his mind would appear
Frightful things, irreparable horrors, sights to conjure fear.
A typical woman watches encroaching shadows with a shudder,
Frozen by her panicked mind weighed with chaotic clutter.
These are expected reactions to creatures from the darkest pit
Showing themselves on the surface, a place where they'll never fit
So has been decided, that is why my people bear condemnation
And merely exist in a world inching toward bitter stagnation.
Did we ask for a "blessing" so the "miracle" was said to be?
When at any point did these powers themselves set us free?
That is a dream we work to make real because, like it or not,
We too are human beings who see, believe, aim and plot.
Oh how could I forget, even "human" is too good for us now;
Just fine with me, as it will be when every human takes a bow
On the day darker than any before it, at least to the blind.
That black day will be, to my people, the brightest and most kind.
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Written for the @CRLiterature Tiny Tales of Terror Challenge.
True story. Lately, we've been finding a lot of dead rabbits around our home in the countryside. In most instances the poor critters look like they just laid down, all stretched out, and passed away. The worst ones appear deflated.
It is only rabbits. No ground squirrels, birds, or other wildlife (who do not appear to go anywhere near the bodies as well).
If anyone knows what could be happening, we'd be glad for some help with this mystery.
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It's likely myxomatosis. Australians deliberately spread it in the 1950s to destroy rabbit populations. Myxomatosis is very lethal to rabbits, but cannot infect dogs, cats or humans.