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Sometime, do you wonder
The muse asks, invigorating
Conversation
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I poured my soul out
for a drop
of Gratitude
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And drank it up for
4 o'clock tea
With biscuits
(the essential for all those
of refined taste in
willow bark tears)
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Blue moons, she replies,
eyeing your soul over the
rim of her cup
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The trees, they weep!
Wind tears
(and tears
it Tears and Tears their souls away)
their hearts of chloroplasts a and b
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Leaves flutter off,
crying for
A nightlight,
how they miss their
Bedtime stories and Arthurian legends!
And wither from neglect
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Interesting... do you know
the tides tell tales? asked her,
She of lacertine mind?
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They anagrammed my thoughts!
I weep
for caged ideas and subtle hints
And under neath the moon at night
or day, I cannot tell my eyes
suffer.
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You stupid beast, how can
You cry? She told me Only those
With wings can mourn
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I once had wings – they glowed beneath
inspection.
Every feather pure and fine and lost
I sold my soul for chocolate
- coated expectations and sugar sweetened lies.
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Before...
- I celebrated freedom jumping
off the tops of insanity frosted
cornflake cereal
With 10 more victims!
... I mean vitamins...
and 3 times the sugar rush
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Be careful not to step upon
The skeletons of mice, muttered she, The spirit world
does not respect such trespasses
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Oh, wise advice!
I thought
So many things, I sip
the cornucopia of stale ideas and fraying threads
And wonder, can I be
the one that all the others say
I resemble? Have I got his
nose? Her lips, his uncle’s brain? I want
My own. Is that so bad a sin
that I must stain the yellowed pages
of what I hope is mine?
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Punishment, whispered back
An echo of my craz'ed thoughts
I know your face, I see with your
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Eyes.