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The forging
It’s strange how routine invades, Makes even the most bitter event feel somehow okay again. Changes things, Smoothing them into the way they’ve always been again. I am a blade, Honed by hands wiser In the forges of my destiny Each blow that lands Meant to strengthen Until finally, I am dipped in the oil…
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Saturday night
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Artists
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Inner warmth
One month until St. Valentine’s Day. I feel hope even as the cold creeps into my fingers and toes, numbing, reminding me how glorious warmth is. I try not to whine, thinking of those who can’t get warm. Those with no home to go back to, no warm bed or bodies to snuggle. Those for…
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Sunday memories
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Road at my back
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Humane society brownies
Pussycat pussycat where are you? Pitbull oh pitbull, you’re pretty cute too And the turtles and bunnies Are so very funny Can I have a kitty? Or a small little pup? I’ll volunteer to feed it Until it grows up I promise to love and walk them too Said every girl And their mommies too
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Toss a coin to your Witcher
I’m having a hard time falling asleep without hearing “Toss a coin to your Witcher” playing repeatedly in my head. I had the bare minimum of knowledge of the series prior to watching the Netflix original version of it (Thanks Shauna Lee!) and I’m grateful, because it’s helped me follow the rather confusing first few…
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Heartbreak