breath
silent
sweet whisper
cooed inside dreams
honey veins the sting
it comes on spurts of hot
metal polish in the blood
wolfram exploding in the night
thinly necked liquid sand holy grail
near blue Nirvana send me off to sleep
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words less spoken 
Such yearning is
a manifestation
of poetic passion 💛
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I spose’ I’m also feeling a little NINish tonight maybe some TOOL … thanks for reading friend xoxo
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I just wanted to let you know that I always enjoy reading your work.
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Thank you friend likewise 🙂
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Thank you.
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Good morning from the UK – reading you well and truly woke me up.
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Good morning UK. LA thanks you for visiting as she prepares for a few moments of shut eye xo
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