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Sliding Doors and Walls
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Sliding Doors and Walls Sliding Doors and Walls These sliding doors and walls of your many confidences the words you whisper private say to keep these secret the meetings and the calls the distance noted over all are you here or somewhere there staring into the pond of affectation is the only face you see mirrored back that of your narcissistic self and so many lines in the water so many hooks hung with bait do you sit alone and smile as over these many blinded loves you sweaty masturbate moving one piece and then the other no one knows why you bother you can't live without this treason practiced without any reason other than the support of your own rotting character a person by duplicity all hollowed out hiding behind sliding doors and walls not caring for the bruises you leave how those lied to might grieve a player you might call yourself a lover of many empty as a stone rattling in a tin can all hollowness and yet what a din loving all and can let none in beyond the fabric of the lying self the person you are not or ever will be as long as you are lying to yourself and all you meet and see hiding behind sliding doors and walls always been less than true a traitor to the good and honest how you nibble at their opened souls seeking the sustenance you cannot provide from within your corrupted self in giving them the fake light of your love as cardiacally poisonous as foxglove a drop of you deceptively toxic a hollow crown of love you wear and such affectations you constant swear saying is not me is fake lies bred by those who should not have said all the truths they know and utter of your deeds leaving only the rising twisted stench of your needs and as all wiser turn and leave you ever darker and rotting fall back hiding behind sliding doors and walls. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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glad you "enjoyed"! Life seems to be of storms, and if we are becalmed, storms are needed. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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If only they came with warning signs But like the Deer crossing one We can only be alert For action Able to press the brakes If needed. This is a heavy poem for those of us who have suffered this betrayal all too often.  large flashing lights, and sirens, atop dangerous individuals you would think might act as a warning, (but sometimes, almost against our own commonsense we still proceed forward.....perhaps even with warning device we would move forward to see what all those flashing lights and loud noises are all about....) Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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for the wounded, but not dead hurt by those who care not for what is said live lives of shadowed deceit and hate as if hanging lanterns on the coconut trees to lure unknowing trusting ships upon the reefs..... Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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