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I'm not an 'ingénue' anymore - that’s been vitiated.
I'm not innocent, pure, naive or vulnerable -
which are technically, 'ingénue' requirements
(I don’t make the rules).

That being said, if no one has an objection,
in terms of narrative trajectory, I'd like to be
considered a 'fémme fatale' until further notice.
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Songs for this:
HEATED by Beyoncé
Hysterical Us by Magdalena Bay

11am 08.12
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 08.12.04: vitiate: to ruin it or render ineffective
he gulps me into peaces
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led to his bed.
eyes kissed and asked to
come and go to where I
dream and imagine
but do not think.  

he gulps me into pieces.  
oh my god
oh my god
oh my god.  

and when he sees I am at last
in peaceful,  
speaks.  

god could but desires not to answer
all who call out to him.

thus the human was invented:

an imperfect messenger

a version of his image

that answers you in

pieces of peace

as best as any

human can
How do you know
      What you don’t know
 If you don’t know it?

Do you know what I mean?

How do you know
What you forgot
   If you forgot it?

Do you know what I mean?

How do you know?
   
( it’s A pet peeve
when I hear that phrase )

If I knew what you meant,
there would be no  
need for Conversation
extrapolating, an explanation!

In the blink of an eye
He climbed the corporate ladder
Known for his business acumen
Now He stares off into space
speaking to no one there

Losing our memory happens
  to us all as we get older.
We walk into a room and
forget why we entered.

We forget what we
were going to say.
Constantly losing things
that are right there
in front of us

I can’t even imagine
looking at my love of
40 years and don’t know
who that person is

Alzheimer’s or Dementia
is not only ******* the patient,
but it’s devastating
for the people around them.

It happens so gradual
people don’t notice.
Until it’s unrecognizable.


Inspired songs ;
1)I will remember you,
By Sarah McLachlan 1995
2) memory by Barbra Streisand, 1981
3) Old photographs by Jim Capaldi 1981
BLT Webster’s Word of the Day
Acumen 8-9-24
Keenness in depth of perception, the ability to think clearly and make good decisions, especially in practical matters to discern

8-5-24 Joe Biden was speaking on his memory loss. He said He knows what He knows.
How do you know?
I wore my heart on my sleeve
For way too many years
And now she is tattered and torn

I still ball up the shreds
And hand them to men
In hopes she won't come back worse
Loving love is a curse
A rose without thorns
Would not be a rose
But I tried to trim mine
Before you left me to wilt
Watering myself down
Drowned us
I just want someone to look at me
To see me,
For all that I am
Look AT me-
Not through me
And past where I stand

I just want someone to know me,
To feel me,
To want who I am

And for a second,
Quite briefly,
I think our eyes met
And that scared me so bad
I immediately left
I crave quiet understanding
But the chaos is too loud
Once I was finally seen
The fear took all my sound
Wipe your tears
I wasn't meant to be here forever.

Did I say I love you
or was it unuttered
too feeble to be heard!

Maybe you knew it in the small moments
our eyes met
you could read my emotions
in the chance glance
I cast into that ocean
and you caught its fleeting shadow.

Do your tears betray that love
of two souls on a voyage
in turbulence and calmness
in light and in darkness
building nests on the way
where you showed the child the sky
to fly away one day.

You too  never made
I love you audible
but I heard them in your lips' quiver
like a prayer.
Jaws.
well
that's what some doors are
waiting to swallow you
up.

We go through them anyway
hoping for a different outcome
thinking we're Jonah
and that we'll come out
the same way we went in.
Coffee.
the first cup's
just a waker upper,

the second,
is sheer extravagance
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