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  My Hands

  

  By bookworm:), Phoenix, AZ

  Long piano fingers joined on round, cream-coffee palms, thin rings of brown circulate my fingers. Lines stretch across the whiteness of palms, fortune and hardships all knitted into soft, cream skin. Young wrinkles found slightly past thumb, faint to become defined through time. They h...
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  Flame of Fire

  

  By bookworm:), Phoenix, AZ

  The crimson luminescence started as a flame. Which started from nothing. But a carved piece of molten wax. And nobody dared fear that flame. So diminutive and cherubic. Cultivating passion, warmth, and radiance. Too innocent. But the wise man couldn’t see the duplicity behind the incandescent twin...
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  Greed

  

  By bookworm:), Phoenix, AZ

  So sweet and sticky, Immortal through time. Guzzle my smoky juices, Your addiction, my crime. I sweep through souls, Take what I can, Like a snake Pilfering flushed, red-robin eggs. The homeless, The helpless, Heed my pleas, Suffer from my noxious glare. I scope out a beggar across t...
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  Storm

  

  By bookworm:), Phoenix, AZ

  Phase 1: Wind churns Foam and froth. While it rustles The parched opal grit That was once sprightly, Elated, Luna moth leaves. Wind churns Frost That pierces the throat And diffuses shivers Through skin. The wind’s churning Swells As it ripples through bare trees Lacerating ...