The limbs of bared branches and your haunting pull
Fight over me
As I prowl beneath the trees
And the moon hears my lover’s howl.
By Pamelap
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I am a Texas transplant from Virginia Beach and I love family, food, and entertaining with friends! On any given weekend you will find me out enjoying the city having dining & sipping moments with family and friends.
Besides being a foodie and an avid sports fan, l love writing as well!
I enjoy writing poetry, articles on my dining experiences and short stories. Look for my musings and written expression each day and let me know what is on your mind too. As my cousin, Kendra Edozie, quoted: It All Begins With Just A Thought.
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Your Plate or Mine 
Very intense poem.
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I know, it was, the picture took me there! It was a stretch for me, but always trying to push myself with my writing. 💖
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That’s nice.
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So beautiful, so interesting!
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