Familiar curves
incline
descend
into a garden
boasting passion-laden fruit
satiating fierce appetites of
dyad souls
donning petals of
honeysuckle
jasmine
lavender
wafting
the aroma of what was.
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Forgotten family house
The family had a long-forgotten house deep in the countryside that once belonged to our now deceased cousin. It was located deep in the woods, at least an hour's drive from the main road. When my parents decided to visit and see what shape it was in, they packed up the car with me, my little brother, and another cousin and made the long drive out.
By spooky session4 days ago in Poets
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