Clawing teeth..
Ripping nails..
Here’s mud
in your eye…
Twenty-four hour
lock down…
Splashing waves felt
interestingly
an stimulatingly
a harden bore…
Life streams,
institution..
Trapping us
from
our dreams..
As the children
chant psychically
revolution
this i
have foreseen…
Driven rhyme
an dangerous
full filling time…
They! Made me
foraminiferous
Foraminiferous
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Brilliant, just brilliant both the prose and the creation.
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Is there a better life through me?
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That was a question, darling Paula!
i believe where you come from, most questions always demands an answer…
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ifinn i were to guess, you’re younger than i.. Slap me ifinn i’m wrong…
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