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Rhoeyancey
Rhoeyancey
Gender Fluid Freelance writer, Poet, Storyteller, self-proclaimed foodie and lover of all dogs!
She smiles when he whispers "girl you are my Peace. She never thinks to question it because it make her feel accomplished. She brags about this man like a mother doting over her newborn baby. Little did she know, she was just his Piece of ***
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 3:16 AM UTC
Homophones
Some times, a meek bird will drown while wading in the open sea, but not because it couldn't fly away. It will simply, underestimate the power of its wings, in the midst of a storm.
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:30 AM UTC
Stockholm Syndrome
I can barely remember the year I fell in love with love. She took me everywhere I wanted to go and home was wherever she was. I have detailed memories of when Love, fell out of love with me. I sat in shock as she dropped me off at my home. Who knew home could feel like nowhere at all?
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May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
Homecoming 2002
Today, you came home to a package. It was a box that I had taped up tight. Inside you found your worn out high school hoodie. When you unfolded it, nearly every picture of us fell out like confetti. And at the bottom of the box, in a thick hemp cloth, you found a framed picture of you looking miserably in the mirror, back at me. I was behind you, smiling and deliriously happy. The picture was in pristine condition. I wrapped it the way my ancestors would cover a mirror after a death in the house. They did this to keep the spirits from passing to another realm. I did it knowing we had ended that night and that you would forever be looking back for me. You will be miserable and I will be deliriously happy.
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May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
"superstition"