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Washed Ashore

I die over and over— between pages—a ghost in a world more real than my own—drowning in ink— willingly washed ashore— swelling, bloating breath. Against my nature of concealment, I cough out the ink—everywhere— chaos, carnality, collapse! onto a canvas I cannot cower from. Who else perceives meaning there? Who else feels the frenzy like fire?

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Date: 3/2/2025 8:59:00 AM
"Who else feels the frenzy like fire..." if only the ink could calm the flames Poetess. I can taste the ink of your indigo depression. The imagery and psychology of this poem stimulate the senses richly...J.A.B.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 3/2/2025 3:37:00 PM
You taste, sense, feel more than most, Justin - I always appreciate your intuitive thoughts. I am still reeling from your latest poem - sending love even in the midst of the chaos <3 Laura
Date: 2/28/2025 5:15:00 PM
You captured great emotion here in your pursuit of writing. I really like your expression.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 2/28/2025 5:26:00 PM
Thanks, Christopher. I really appreciate your thoughts. Thanks for stopping by! <3 Laura
Date: 2/28/2025 2:41:00 PM
I do perceive meaning here. :-) Strong poem!
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 2/28/2025 2:43:00 PM
Ahh I’m so glad you stopped by. (: thanks for the kind words… <3

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