http://slow.writerscafe.org/ryjohnson The original writings of author mendedwords en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776203250 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Touching, tasting, mesmerized by the memories of sweet indulgence, or what seemed to be. Bitter tastes of appetites for the internal vices we live by.Bypassing the pinch of reality: topped off with pure cane sugar, dusting whole foods to the side of the bed where the shadows live. Who .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryjohnson/1467650/ Microwavable mechanics manage Movements meant with good intentions, still repetition taints even the purest thoughts.A homegrown fear of tilting too far To the outer lane whileLooking at unique lines throughThe window tinted vision.Dark shades to wandering eyes; traveling from one.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryjohnson/1463138/ Searching, searching through thin air asTime lapses and agitates the perfectThat's put into perspective from a Prism that's really a prison. 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