http://slow.writerscafe.org/amandatabs The original writings of author lovelymarina en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775968764 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 the love of my lifeslipped;out of my fingertips,swiftly,between:drugs,money,women-slipped,fast.Beyond the black skies,that wounded pigeons fly in,that starts without hope live beyond,that tortured souls roam,the love,of my life,gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandatabs/2905225/ Behind light crashing waters,where creatures roam beyond, stood a small space,two residents,intertwined to one,for a short while. Playful exhilaration,in front of a screen,red velvet lingerie,dressed surely,to his liking. Walls that unfold,too much agony,among neurons, betwe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandatabs/2852908/ You've tied my noose,beyond the rope and strings,a perfect knot,crafted for the devils,that lay beneath my bed.Stood behind the demons,with face paint and crayons,coloring every inch,of the crevices,of my body.Painted to your desire,without a mask to hide,I have become yours,as known not to me,not t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandatabs/2852901/ Selena, I’m not sure,what to do with you. While black stained glass,lays beneath our feet,in Celon,on West 40th, and we toast to nothingness,and everything,glazing over merlot,and heaping over small talk; Do you want to rip my clothes off like I do,yours ? Selena,is th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandatabs/2849701/ Broken hearts are worse than death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandatabs/2835587/ Rose,undying insenserity,stems through a blossom,where I met you.Through thorns that struck,one by one,each word,puncturing another part of the anatomy.Unveiled,forever is with you,to watch the sunflowers,alongside the river,blossom,and shrivel to their las.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandatabs/2834569/ Love is love,until love,is necrotic;An ugly wound,the grim reaper,lays beside, and repairs,with foolproof stitches.Love is love,until love,is decay;Where a baby doe,the purest of life’s forms,could sense the compulsions of the devil,the rotted smell of flesh,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandatabs/2834464/ Soft spoken verse,glides effortlessly,like russian blood,on concrete walls,a 1917 love story. 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