My first official duet,
strangely familiar,
a comfortable dance of words
that I hope to continue


This new duet partner has a wonderful style.  Here is one of my favorites I found on his site here take time to visit and follow. 


Written by dtdeedge and hastywords

Make them dance,

These shadows?

As if they were trifles,

Marionetted playthings,

So easily lifted from disuse

To be lifted again to relevance?

Make dance the shadows,

That pain that for so long consumed,

That defined a soul,

And burned away feeling and camaraderie and life?


For these shadows were never mine own

Never possession of my being,

But rather cruel masters of my thought,

Who played me at their will,

And left me broken,

A tormented mass,

Beyond bleeding,

Gathering dust in a pile,



How, pray tell,

How does one hope

To coax the shadows to dance

Without risking consumption?


Make them dance,

These shadows!

Seduce them into being

Puppeteer’s their masters

Flitting from…

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