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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 17, 2019 20:26:13 GMT -6
Beauty Lives On
Crimson moon lipstick Sign of oracular melody Whose tarot smile beams luster With lingerie latitudes as savior Woven in webs of miracle By the natural fauna that is woman Who flips man’s railroad switch To hustle his corpuscles down south On a soul train to grand central station Whose conductor steers through the necromancy Of a girl Friday on an LP track to R&B heaven
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 3:19:16 GMT -6
Sounds like a blast!
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Post by lostineternity99 on Jan 18, 2019 6:18:54 GMT -6
Such an intriguing poem! This would be the best kind of magic
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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 18, 2019 11:34:31 GMT -6
Thanks, Michael. Glad you enjoyed the trippiness. Much gratitude Rick. Indeed this kind of magic is the best kind. John
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Post by susan on Jan 18, 2019 11:39:35 GMT -6
oh i do like that line the taste of youth's strawberry
susan
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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 18, 2019 14:55:36 GMT -6
Susan, I thought that line would be to your liking! We strawberry lovers are a family. John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Jan 19, 2019 1:20:44 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Jan 19, 2019 13:56:00 GMT -6
A round of daiquiris for everyone, on the house!!! John
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Post by Bri on Feb 1, 2019 12:33:06 GMT -6
Oooooh, fantastic closing John 👏👏 So good to read you again Sir... Bri~
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Post by poetinpink on Feb 1, 2019 22:30:28 GMT -6
~John~ It's been a long time ~ So nice to read from your pen again ~ Fantastic as always Huggerz
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Post by goldenmyst on Feb 1, 2019 22:55:08 GMT -6
Bri, excellent to read your words again. I missed your poetry and comments.
Alana, the sun in your smile shines through your words. Seeing you here is like a rainbow of joy. Thank you milady.
John
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