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So, this is sadness...is it? Everything & Nothing at the one and the same time. Simultaneously even. Grief: smells like Loss. But, then. . . Loss: smells like Grief. Anger tastes like aghhhhhhhhhh!! biting the tip of one's tongue. Blood flecked across front teeth. You: are present only by your absence. Your absence much much more realer than your presence. Time: un-picks me... . . . un-stitches me & I fall apart at the seams. "Happy Valentine's Day!" someone says. DO'NT...make me...laugh. I, "Bah, Humbug it!" getting my festivities in a twist. It was the worst of times.. it is...the worst of times. I have become the statue of mine own un- -happiness. I cry pigeon **** tears as lovers kiss beneath my plinth. "CLINKKLANKCLINK!" the ghost of you returning to haunt me in cliché the memories of Times Past. "Mwaaah...humbug!" we exchange the one humbug with a kiss and a kiss until the kiss resolves it dissolves it. "No...Nooooo more Memory no more!" I, the very Scrooge of Love. The early Spring air decorating itself with the laughter of children.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
THE PATRON SAINT OF PLAGUE
So, this is sadness...is it? Everything & Nothing at the one and the same time. Simultaneously even. Grief: smells like Loss. But, then. . . Loss: smells like Grief. Anger tastes like aghhhhhhhhhh!! biting the tip of one's tongue. Blood flecked across front teeth. You: are present only by your absence. Your absence much much more realer than your presence. Time: un-picks me... . . . un-stitches me & I fall apart at the seams. "Happy Valentine's Day!" someone says. DO'NT...make me...laugh. I, "Bah, Humbug it!" getting my festivities in a twist. It was the worst of times.. it is...the worst of times. I have become the statue of mine own un- -happiness. I cry pigeon **** tears as lovers kiss beneath my plinth. "CLINKKLANKCLINK!" the ghost of you returning to haunt me in cliché the memories of Times Past. "Mwaaah...humbug!" we exchange the one humbug with a kiss and a kiss until the kiss resolves it dissolves it. "No...Nooooo more Memory no more!" I, the very Scrooge of Love. The early Spring air decorating itself with the laughter of children.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
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