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Dustydaisy
56-60, F
United Kingdom
Days Active
1 Mth Active
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1st 3 Mths of SW
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5 Stories
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15 Groups
Well, I'm just me.
I Write Poetry
I don't know. When words are thrown into frozen rivers. Leaving howling winds to call your name. Heavy footed steps go nowhere, bringing you back the way you came. Sad eyed reflections look upon you. They shine down from an empty sky. Void of s...
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56-60, F
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1 mth ago
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I Write Poetry
Not a sheep in sight. Those demons hidden in corners, play chase around her head. Dreams become those dancing thoughts, that hold her tight in bed. He comes to her in fretful sleep, dressed in a life of endless guises. Damp from a subconscious br...
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56-60, F
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2 mths ago
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I Just a Thought
The old girl's network. The two old girls checked their faces, stood in line and took their places. Both old ducks smiled sweetly. Declared their love - oh so completely. The old fool grinned no need for word. He knew no matter what they heard. ...
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2 mths ago
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I Write Poetry
Ice cool name and secret picture, watch the devil he might trick yer. Tangled webs and hidden lives dusty husbands, nagging wives. Would you like to see my etching? How dare you Sir now stop your letching. Can you send me out some cash? I’m having tr...
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56-60, F
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2 mths ago
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I'm Just Saying
Watching the proms, absolutely brilliant! As always.
56-60, F
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2 mths ago
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I Write Poetry
The Crone. The clouded moon casts secret shadows, the lonely crone walks round and round. The daisies furled against the darkness, her silent tread will make no sound. Fungi rings hold dancing faries, twisting turning to the beat. Slow drawn mead wi...
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56-60, F
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3 mths ago
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I Write Poetry
The puppeteer smiles and with shaking hands takes the puppet from the box, he straightens the strings and stands her down letting her red shoes tap on the wooden floor. With little effort from him she walks towards the puppeteer and curtsies, he smil...
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56-60, F
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3 mths ago
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I Write Poetry
O teller of those sword tongued tales of deeds of this and that you tell your life to passers-by as they sometimes stop to chat. You stand alone in care warn coat a hat that's old and battered but never once you tell the tale of how your heart w...
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3 mths ago
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I Write Poetry
Get a job! A waste of time and money honey a life that's in a mess. No one gives a toss it's funny And some care even less. Jack Daniel’s gives a lazy smile and warms the mood within. Listen why not stay a while now let your tale begin. N...
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56-60, F
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4 mths ago
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I Write Poetry
Never say never. Some little things are never said they're just left rolling through your head, other things are never asked about the future or the past, some of us just never care show emotion, wouldn't dare. We pass through lives and ne...
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56-60, F
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4 mths ago
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I Write Poetry
A lesson learnt and fingers burnt the old fool settles down with painted mask and drawn on laugh a spiteful dancing clown. Just press a penny in the slot and she will dance for you into the night before it's light until the dawn comes through. N...
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4 mths ago
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I Write Poetry
The shadowed tangles of Jack Daniels' thinking, crazy hearts of hate no linking. When arms or smiles not meant for lending, just breathe of hate or lust depending. As nimbus smoke hangs slow unsteady, ceiling grazing, The deer hunt ready. Once s...
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56-60, F
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4 mths ago
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