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The Triad In the dark corner there a person sits. Awaiting the fall with warped anticipation. In a slight shadow, another sits quietly wishing for normality and home. That empty of guilt or regret. In the Poly corner full of Amorous designs, another smiles.  Accepts. Wholly grasping and embracing life, within a policy of inclusion.

Extra Time When you walk into the room my heart opens as if to explode. Butterflies turn into lead, heightened anticipation floods my soul. My nose catches your smell first, then my sense of touch is forced to acknowledge what is presented. Butterflies turn to hunger, yearning. In a moment, yearning is replaced by a desire and longing so fierce. Skin and body reunify whilst memories from the week are lost. Here now, comforted and fulfilled, yet aching never afar.  As emptiness and space will soon return till we can reunite again.

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Decorating I'm supposed to be decorating! Can you blame me for opting to sit with pencil and paper? - I'm trying to save my nails! Discovered yesterday - I cant mix filler! How infuriating is that? You, Dear Reader, have some experience i'm sure. So, come save me! I huff, puff and sigh loudly. Realising that, yes I am an adult. (huffing wont work) The job is mine -    next hurdle? Ensuring I dont get paint all over the place! REALITY CHECK----------   I dont like the paint colour!

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