An aftertaste of when the mind’s apocalypse ends, bliss
Red lipstick on my soul
A feeling that lingers in the infinite past
The warmth of a past lover
The apathy to accept that it will not return
This is the sound of the universe
a portal to another world where I bloom in the discarded
NaPoWriMo Day 2: Today’s prompt asks you to begin by picking 5-10 words from the following list. Next, write out a question for each word that you’ve selected (e.g., what is seaweed?)
Words that I chose for each sentence: river, miracle, elusive, ghost, longing, song, gutter
Smoke words every day. 
It is thought-provoking. A certain set of interesting imagery comes with it. It also has an atmosphere, like a full novel.
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Thank you Charlene. Means a lot 🙂
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I bloom in the discarded. Love that.
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Thank you Nicole 🙂
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Ah Rahul, this is absolutely divine. Your soothing words have a way of touching the soul. I love the lipstick line and the ending is just fabulous. The way that title blends with your words adds such deep meaning. Well done 🤍🤗
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Thank you! Glad you liked the lipstick line, took some soul searching to let the right words to come. Always love how you see the title as part of the piece 🙂
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This is beautiful 😍💖
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Renew the discarded! So often beauty in salvage is overlooked.
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I know right!
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It’s mesmerising 🤩
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