Teaching in Spirit
Shakespeare's brilliance here to last
Five hundred years past
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More stories from Sandra Doughty (.MS GYPSY) and writers in Poets and other communities.
Agape-divine love. The perfect love that guides us in climbing the ladder to reach above. Striving to feel, acquiring much appeal. Trapped in this body of matter. The fight couldn't be sadder. Impossible to even imagine, surrounded with impurities and constant negativities drowning in our thoughts.
By Sandra Doughty (.MS GYPSY)3 years ago in Poets
sometimes i feel so far from it all that i can hardly stand it; i’m drifting away from this place and all the parts of me that are known by another are mourning, dying, clutching at their necks, cursing themselves until they foam at the mouth
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By John Scipio7 days ago in Poets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
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