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       Joy is,  while you struggle for a project,  to have a good company  work with. .

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A Gemini Cricket reminded me those words the other day.  Life is a shit nowadays  here  and the only thing I can hold onto  is those extreme dreams.  :)

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What should be the proper foreword of this Decision  -a narrative of negotiations- on moving forward  by compromising. 3WW :This week's words:Compromise; Decision; Forward.

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image Among all pictures  into the memories box you pick the sallow one to illustrate those days of false impressions. ......................... 3WW : false, illustrate, sallow

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Baffledbetween being elegantas you wishand negating me Baffledhow my negationsseem elegant to youwhilein theorywe find grace in the reverse Baffled...just baffled . 3WW : baffle , elegant, negate 

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pretending detachedamong trivial distractionseerie visions surgedaffirmed by jolty newsof his departure  . . 3WW : detach, jolt, surge

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foolish returnsto a past  relish love  shows no mercy. watch you steps!where are you heading? fooling around or fool again ? 3WW prompt : foolish, mercy, relish

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a tragic evident illusion no wordsno thoughtsno feelings 3WW prompt : evident, illusion, tragic.

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its cold outside cold inside too. Your blue sweater keeps me warm. I keep it in my closet and you in my heart. I felt in love with someone else I known you would be glad but he left suddenly and me, here, sad. its cold outside inside too wearing your blue sweater listening to his blues tunes to keep me warm those blues-days.

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peculiar attraction my first feeling when  I met you Diamond, my first image of you before I saw your photo a piece of fabric I thought we were waving. a sail for a boat to surf the waves. your warps my wefts your wefts my warps Intertwined and suddenly an adamant "No"  3WW : adamant, fabricate, peculiar

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Τι άλλαξε; Τι χάλασε;Λες και πάνω στο διάφανο φωςμελάνι στάλαξε.Πού χάνεσαι; Πού τρέχει το βλέμμα;Ποια αλήθεια μου κρύβει ο καπνόςή μήπως κρύβει ψέμα;Θα κοιτώ στα μάτια σουθα ρωτάω μέχρι να μου πειςθα χτυπώ στα βράχια σουως το τέλος της σιωπής.Κόψε και μοίρασε στα δύοπάντα η αγάπη θέλει δύο,δυο να γελούν στο ίδιο αστείοδυο να ζεσταίνουνε το κρύοδυο να μοιράζονται αμαρτία και θεό.Κόψε και

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image source  Hush, don't speak ! I wish I have told you that critical moment before the loud, persuasive words of how much I don't care and you don't care too absorbed us. Hush, don't speak! I wish you have told me before that silly game was about to start. Neither of us said that we choose to make noise and word by word a wall appeared between us. Hush, don't speak

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photo from here the dam burst  fierce waterfloods everything  she has to break awaybefore gets crushed red waters...she already  bleeding One sip of winethe broken pieces are now in her bag one last sipbefore she parts she looks backthere is nothing leftappart a red stain on the white tableclothsas a reminderof that daythe dam broke *******contribution for the Theme

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was just a blinkor i was sleeping for a long time? What title I should giveto that occasion? Staring at your photo, you still look kindjust those burning arrows with your name on themdon't make sense was just a blinkor i was sleeping for a long time? "what now?" the neon sign blinks and asksand with blinking eyesI try to see if there are any other wordsbetween the "what" and "now

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56.4. The wanderer rests in a shelter. He obtains his property and an ax. My heart is not glad. This describes a wanderer who knows how to limit his desires outwardly, though he is inwardly strong and aspiring. Therefore he finds at least a place of shelter in which he can stay. He also succeeds in acquiring property, but even with this he is not secure. He must be always on guard, ready to

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if you darecrack the iced layer shutting in your heartif you darebrake the mirrored windowconcealing the viewif you darego beyond the practical hardshipslike a tough shell cutting your waysmash it if you dareand dive into the corewhere the essence laysif I dare to ask, "dare you?"a pearl is not a promise.I dare you to ask, dare I?to crack the iceto break the mirrorto see what's beneath ask,

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3WWabrasive, handful, losswalks the passagewayto the abrasive's isleto reach a sandpaperfor rubbing off the unof an un-handful loss

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3WW words for this week conniption; noun: a bad tantrum. One has a conniption or conniption fit.janky; adjective: broken or functioning poorly or improperly; messed up.scooch; verb: to move over, or to scoot. *****************************************************You serve homemade mealsto nourish me wellseasoned with expectationson that janky tray.I am sending it back to youwith a note of

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she got the blues

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Sitting on the benchacross the closed gateat the other side of the shoreYou are working on new designs. perhapsa new bridge or a castle Lights and your shadowbehind the informant curtains cross the dragon guardsthe gatethe water. Sitting on the benchtalking to the skyasks to keep you companywhile you are workingon your new designs....heretheretherehere

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Vladimir Kush 3WW descent, kill, surreal.........................Descents to the great water kills the reason's guard dogsbathe her being into vastness....Ascents with a paintingart critics say "surreal"she says " remedy "...

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.. dark corridors. your steps and steps not yours brake the silence of the castles lambyrinth. somewhere there is a door with a ladder to the moon. its silver light an imaginary bacon cracks the darkeness. its flame keep you warm. seeking the doorway....the ladder....the moon...no music creates no poetry.......................................................

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she was with him at the atticwhen he called her from the living roomsome times, wishes come truesmall or not smallalways makes you smileHappy New Year to all of you !!!.............................

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"Feeling happy and so full inside", said to a friend yesterday. And now you would expect to hear what makes me happy. well, for not particular reasons, or for a huge thing, you choose.I draw an Osho's card yesterday and got the following. 39. PossibilitiesMind can accept any boundary anywhere. But the reality is that, by its very nature, existence cannot have any boundary, because what will be

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