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All the things she never said tender words witheld & love fell over the edge of the world a heart burdened with regret cannot mend when it's too late to make amends heaving clouds burst weeping torrents onto far away hills where he pines blind to the #tears she cries #vss365

Through a crack,a #tear,in ParchedLondonClay where blades of grass played,yesterday,in pinafores of green&grey Ants scurry;disappear Summer,1980 & Then it rains;a sudden,noisy downpour From a sky the colour of a tin tray & it fills the cracks with silver Kintsugi summer #vss365

It's ironic how life works. Over the years, I've developed the ability to patiently listen to others when their hearts are falling apart. I've been a counselor to those torn between two equally uncertain paths. (1/6)

The heart is unsettled Within ominous dark sails The urge is to write out These stormy brain waves But my words have no Life jackets to wear All I can do for now Is to dive deep Into sleep #poetry

silence sears sonic senses voiceless void vacant vibration laughter's left leaving loss now emptiness radiates the dying warmth you once filled my life with I will bathe in the glow until cold night envelopes #vssromance #loss

A plea of release of breaking the cocoon Tears; not nemesis hold not let the clouds turn gray & evenings dreary feel the earth cry & oceans roar let scattered embers burn ur soul anew bud embracing new vistas Just that sun’s still there where u left it #vss365 #poem

The Sandie Peggie employment tribunal is currently exposing, as perhaps no court case to date has, the issue of class as it relates to the top-down imposition of gender identity ideology in the workplace. 'Diversity officer' Isla Bumba has now admitted in court that she didn't…

A woman, uncomfortable at being forced either to change in front of a grown arsed man in a women's changing room or do so somewhere else, decides to avoid said grown arsed man. This is treated by the nice but oh so dim people at Fife as being "escalatory". It is like bad fiction.

Upton was upset that Peggie "self-excluded" from the women's changing room when he, the man, was present. She was expected to accept his presence & go naked before him. @NHSFife's dystopian hellhole of trans-claiming male entitlement. Quite extraordinary. scottishdailyexpress.co.uk/news/politics/…

There are few things on Earth more impressive than medieval castles. Bamburgh Castle, England (1095)

'neath a willow weep cascades #tear in gentle rain yet, sun streams through, all is yellow swaying hue, and, grass is damply full while wind is just a sigh barely, not a breeze, just enough it is tickle on the skin soon, nightfall blends in with a peek of moon #vss365

Three copper pennies Exude more hope than gold Clutched in a tiny hand Held close to a heart unsold Commotion of chaos rings Foreboding spikes tenfold Yet all that matters is now Tears hide a tale untold #vss365 #inkmine #fromoneline #poetry

Well I am a geneticist, and I can confidently state that regardless of DSDs and human chromosomal combinations, there are still only 2 sexes. There are no intermediate or additional gametes, or sexes.

this fissile heart bleeds with pain this solitary #tear lament’s refrain bitter the roll of life’s rigged dice cursed existence ne’er paradise shame bites deep in this roiling brain to lose a dear friend never to see again #vss365 📷Tears of the Pierrot - MoonlightCreationsFr

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Good morning☀️ (my📷)

Sweet trickling night, blood stains of forbidden dreams, burn my lips lest i utter your name.. Sweet trickling night, forgets the quiet wick soaked in sacred fluids, extracted from heart of the earth.. Your name is never on my lips, you delve deeper than words may ever dare..!

In library's archive untold stories weep tear-stained pages of book tender words marked by readers they wish to hear, beside,a forlorn postbox throbbing with broodings of melancholic letters addressed to unlived joys, afield,stinging sea of woe salts unspoken scars #vss365 #366FF

History doesn’t always repeat because we’re blind... sometimes, it’s because we resist clarity. We recognize our mistakes but we’re not ready to face them. The lesson is often obvious but we still choose the comfort of familiar pain over the discomfort of truth.🩸🥀

Drunk, but he swore the #eyelet in her corset blinked, as she stood in front of him. “Now guvna. Your shiny pennies are going to give us a good time.” That's the last thing the young master remembered, after waking up in a bloody mess, with his legs missing. #horrorprompt

It’s my faith, that leaps Oh I see your mind drips In a corner, my heart weeps Through the rib cage, it peeps To your body, my soul clips And as they say Your lips, my lips = Apocalypse