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I surround you, beanstalk without beans Invade you, rose with thorns, reach my painful stalks deep inside your comfort zone. Creep up on you in evening hours, on misty corners, In the drizzle. Permeate your private life as if personal property. Ambush your rooted feet: seated between your chantharels, boletes and beet root: I eat your stamina away In tangled sheets in sweaty nights of dreams and nightmares, I envelop you in thoughts of fever without pills to kill. Fly around you, a mosquito buzz, a tiny horror, as a vampire waits to be let in; as a robin begs, in throaty singing And when you sleep I'll be right there deep inside you a pest that never leaves you A rodent that eats your resolve Until you silently wish, by lack of tears and voice... Until you wish that you would stop to be there Then I will have won. *** February 26, 2017 © Darren White

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Date: 2/27/2017 8:47:00 AM
Painful but wonderfully crafted and formed, almost so the reader has no idea what might be clinging to them causing the pain. Nicely done Darren
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Darren White
Date: 2/27/2017 8:52:00 AM
Hi Chris. Indeed. Such is pain, it's deeply invasive until there's no distinguishing how and where.
Date: 2/26/2017 10:29:00 PM
Darren wonderful write and I love the layout!
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Darren White
Date: 2/27/2017 12:06:00 AM
Thank you Broken Wings!
Date: 2/26/2017 10:28:00 PM
Right on, Darren! I've had many dreams about giant vines.
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Darren White
Date: 2/26/2017 11:41:00 PM
Heh :) Bad or good dreams? And were you Jack?
Date: 2/26/2017 3:44:00 PM
Darren, this reminds me of my favorite horror stories by Stoker and Poe. A very haunting poem... O.O
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Darren White
Date: 2/26/2017 11:24:00 PM
It is, isn't it ;)
Date: 2/26/2017 9:28:00 AM
Oh Darren, I know exactly what this means. You projected these feelings perfectly
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Darren White
Date: 2/26/2017 9:45:00 AM
Yes ;) Thanks Tim. I won't reveal to others what it is about, but we understand each other perfectly.
Date: 2/26/2017 9:09:00 AM
Scary. John
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Darren White
Date: 2/26/2017 9:46:00 AM
That word is exactly the word I would use John......
Date: 2/26/2017 9:01:00 AM
- A really deep poem, Darren ... (gives me goosebumps ... feels a little evil ... an evil power) - A great shape and good written - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Darren White
Date: 2/26/2017 9:45:00 AM
It is evil, isn't it? You sensed that right. Thanks Anne-Lise :)

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