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Perfecting Cruelty

I'm that dog sitting in the rain over his best friends grave. I've waited fifteen years, for your spirit to brush against my spirit again, either in the flesh or dream, I believe some brown thumbed-clod pruned your heart cut to often-to deeply-honed his cruelty on your vulnerabilities made a shrine from your broken pieces,, Tossed you to the darkness cleaved your light then offered you a blanket of scratchy regret,,, I'm still waiting though, like a wet dog at the mouth of a cave to afraid to enter that I may discover something unrecognizable.....frightening.

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Date: 6/18/2020 3:25:00 AM
Yeah, we winsome fools wait forever ... for a bone that has no meat on it, (and how grateful, that). I enjoyed this thoroughly - adding to my faves. Keep the ink bleeding ...
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Anthony Biaanco
Date: 6/18/2020 12:23:00 PM
Hi Greg glad you enjoyed theis thanks for dropping in for awhile anthony
Date: 6/5/2020 12:25:00 PM
Hello Anthony Biaanco, I feel sorry for the dog. Enjoy your day my friend.
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Anthony Biaanco
Date: 6/18/2020 12:24:00 PM
Hi Darlene thanks for popping in Anthony
Date: 6/4/2020 6:20:00 PM
Evocative, poignant pen. xomo
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Anthony Biaanco
Date: 6/18/2020 12:24:00 PM
thanks for having a read Pigeon..or should I say a peck