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PART I Mythical creatures White-tufted Branch-antlered or unicorn-horned Drove back the guilt-fortress A clearing of Open Forbade my translucent Excuse Where we might have Pointed And Counter-Pointed Government sycophants Or social-discoursed Impending collapse Instead I pointed out this silhouette Finger-tracing curves And feathered jags of edge Reading glasses emphasized my Now With Immediacy And somewhere at the root Tightly packed cells of potential Honesty Sealed by long-intended Inertia Stirred Vibrated Demanded You, with a watchful patience Circus-intrigued PART II At close, the clock struck A gong of True You returned To Your Wife I venture Back on the path Of routine Groping a functional Reset Possessed of magic/potential Or a vintage matchstick For the dread-moment When the fuse of Annihilate Presents like a slate Wiped clean I carry only a solace Potentiated by the grace Of your listen The healing salve Coating the grit Of my Askew Leading With time To opalescence
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
Truth Telling Over Coffee
PART I Mythical creatures White-tufted Branch-antlered or unicorn-horned Drove back the guilt-fortress A clearing of Open Forbade my translucent Excuse Where we might have Pointed And Counter-Pointed Government sycophants Or social-discoursed Impending collapse Instead I pointed out this silhouette Finger-tracing curves And feathered jags of edge Reading glasses emphasized my Now With Immediacy And somewhere at the root Tightly packed cells of potential Honesty Sealed by long-intended Inertia Stirred Vibrated Demanded You, with a watchful patience Circus-intrigued PART II At close, the clock struck A gong of True You returned To Your Wife I venture Back on the path Of routine Groping a functional Reset Possessed of magic/potential Or a vintage matchstick For the dread-moment When the fuse of Annihilate Presents like a slate Wiped clean I carry only a solace Potentiated by the grace Of your listen The healing salve Coating the grit Of my Askew Leading With time To opalescence
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58/M/North Carolina
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
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