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Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Amour fou,
Une voix pleine de désir,
Comme l'appel d'une sirène,
Comme l’appel du vide;
l’appel du videis,
Je suis à vous.

Je t'embrasse doucement;
comme si j'embrassais ton sexe,
Je cherchez la femme,
Mon Ventre à terre,
Peau comme de la soie,
nos bouches pleines de passion
~ et de vin,
l’esprit de l’escalier!

Je taime !
Passion, crazy love, a voice full of desire, like the call of a siren; like the call of emptiness, the call of the void. I'm yours! I kiss you gently like I kiss your ***, I'm looking for the woman; my belly on the floor, skin like silk, our mouths full of passion and wine, the spirit of the stairs, I love you!
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Acknowledge that we are each our own common denominator!
The sum of all our parts, brought to account !




The book stops with us!
Blame & passing the book!
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Black dog Jan 2018
I spend all my hours crying and crouching in dark despair, consumed by self-pity; neither living nor dead, my mind poisoned by grief, ruined, undone, bitter and broken; my love wrenched from me.
My dream smashed into a billion pieces.
I'm finally ready to embrace the black dog with all its teeth and fury, fearless, numb, exhausted, done.
I'll gladly drink down the bitter pills to end this state of loss; to spread my flesh, to let the cold waters draw me down; with pockets full of stones, anything to stop this intolerable feeling!
I am nothing but empty!,
I’m sick and tired and at the end!
And for those that may remember just how retched a soul I had become; I pray and pray; that I am soon completely forgotten.
Confused, broken, desperate place, dark, suicidal
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Her outward appearance is everything, though inwardly self-conscious.

She thrives on compliancy and  agreeability, any challenge; any question is a criticism! and she will take it to heart!

Each and every word has specific meaning, so don't use them loosely, for every one will be accounted for!

There will be less pleasure in words, you will not dare to speak, and then you will begin to lie!

You will feel the need to prove your love, but you will not be worthy! and this is the price you must pay!

Lured to lose your head and *** to a sticky end, then abandoned as dead wood, or as a bad lot!
Love, Control,
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
"Vanity It’s simply breath!”
Our earthly life with its simple pleasures,
May offer up some token treasures,
Lipstick, fever red, and not to subtly applied,
Hides the nature of your smile,
Simple wisdom eludes vanity,
Though both the wise and foolish end in death.
So why worry ?
Just be you!
Vanity
Vanity is an excessive self-regard, It's exaggerated pride, a mask, a means to self-publicizing, a synthetic life...
Some people choose makeup and others choose Facebook, but we all come to the same sticky end sooner or later.
I'd like to see you, just  you with all the layers taken off !
Purcy Flaherty Jan 2018
Beware for the hooks that reel in small colourful delicate fish, are destined to cast them back out to sea; in the hope of attracting something a little more palatable.
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Relationship suddenly ended I'm instantly homeless, broken, abandoned, pennyless. ***?
It's often difficult for a tiny colourful soul to be valued in this sea of plenty.
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