Tumultuous misadventures through the mind of one struggling with the mundane, while grieving the air of daily affairs.
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Cotton + Daisies
If it wasn’t for a world so barren,I would try to measure up in waysI never did before. I don’t recount how many timesOr where it all startedWhen it started to buildThe bottle broke, and ISuccumbed to the disease andBecame an outcastBut more really,Like a hermit. I always pull that cardIn tarot, and itMakes me…
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Al Fresco
There are many Culprits, For the Way I was, before.
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Silenced
This distraught waiting, I could never knowMore than I do now. It’s dreary, It’s profound.
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Chipper
I choke on sillyChildhood adaptations and Musicals that remind me I was once young,Hopeful, and glad to be around.
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Tiramisu
There is an issue I have with the past That can’t be summed Up, in measures. Half-measures, Or to be precise;Failures, have constituted me Freedom to learn. An affidavit that I’m Wrong, and wronged again. It’s okay, I have pettier Issues to deal with. However, I wish for More construct Before I pursue a lie…
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Chocolate Milk
The sweetest song, I’ve gone your way, and You’ve gone mine. Stunned glances, Silent nods, Weird smiles, and manySighs of relief;Just to see you again.
