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Golden light upon the shattered wood, snow upon the worn stone steps. A fragment of forgotten rose, caught in the rusty hinge's bloom. Grey leaves cling to winter's bone, ethereal mist upon the river's spine. Frost's pale kiss upon the flagstone. Crisp silence broken by the wind's score. I'll attend to the worn wooden gate! Commencing the fragility of things, Growing fragile with each fading ray. Gnawing like the whisper of the wind's prosthetic wires.

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Date: 2/20/2025 7:01:00 AM
Revisiting some of my favorites today. I remember when you broke form to write this lovely gem. Hope all is well
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Date: 10/22/2024 5:30:00 AM
Good gosh this is quite outstanding. Not sure how it relates to the title but the key might be in line eleven. Hope you're ok Beatrix, or whatever your real name is. This is a fave for me
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Tom Woody
Date: 10/22/2024 10:42:00 AM
Views here are algorithm based and not real numbers from what I've observed. What you want are comments of support (aka real views) and the only way you'll get that is to actively correspond with other poets
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Beatrix Macabre
Date: 10/22/2024 10:23:00 AM
Beatrice lol, X sounds better. And yes it is a play on words. This was done with poetry not I am done lol but no surprise got more views… Clever ain’t I?

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