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Day 21
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 62-64, 82, 84-86 iBook version). You can die in a fishbowl. What a sober-faced bad idea. ©️ Misky 2019
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Day 20
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 53-55 iBook version). Asleep, I don’t really exist, All, in the arms of trust. Sleep is my normal oblivion, A sweet crawl in corners of endless black streaks. ©️ Misky 2019
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Day 19
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 47-49 iBook version). With a heart for the tarnish, and eyes for rebellion, I let go. Overwhelmed, the air was too close. Too big. ©️ Misky 2019
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Day18
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 25-31 iBook version). He was waiting. Like God. A tall tempest on tiptoes. I blinked, and we said not. We birds, perched on a clothesline. Nothing felt good in his eyes – you can’t love a cold chill, but the uneasy faces…
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Day 17
Home is my rock. My spine. A return into arms. Home is the heaviest suitcase. Found Poetry Source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews, pg 43-47
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Day 16
There was hell to pay for the kindness of sleep. That broken night. Saying good-bye to tangled light. It was a dark ride, where trees are ghosts, or parading sentinels. Found Poetry Source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews, pg 43-45
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Day 14
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 36-37 iBook version). The bitter irony of it. Like a fake parrot that thinks it something else. Something long and difficult to spell. I am disinherited. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 14 “A state or county” To follow later. Or possibly…
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Day 13
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 33 iBook version). Not. Not to drown in a fluttering smile … in filthy peppermint breath. So, I squeezed into a windowpane. So easy. It was. I was a straw of cheer in a shadowbox. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD,…
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Day 12
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 24-26 iBook version). There’s a milestone, pale and shallow, stars and breezes stretch to an end, and that’s what dead feels like. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 12 “The Art of” The Art of Time Wasting Time slipped off…
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Day 11
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 32 iBook version). I. And finally into that ripe old age, we squeezed into poverty. We’re left alone, repossessed, none of this is ours. Life is a strange voice. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 11 “Dedication” II. The Colour…
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