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with a hellish mess of originality! she don’t care, that my own estimation is droopy, my slip showing, nah, she’s howling and I’m returning her “favor” ***** you’re my ruination,appearing regularly around 3:00am,  with three or more poems for me to store,  as if the world awaits my/our awakening, muse gaslighting, trolling my brain!* she replies: “they come sad and easy, fed to me in spaghetti string lines, forkfuls of stanzas, wicked, which I lace upon your lips for easy retrieving, reliving them gloriously here on HP Of course, if you prefer this woman can disappear, like a rolling stone, plenty new aborning poets, lyricists, crying out for inspiration, satisfaction, how about an adieu, bye to my how-de-do?” she got me by my spectacles, knowing I’d take her haunting just to write a single word, all my own, even if took ten years long; laughing at me, saying “you’re not the first to make that deal” so if you see creations from a [email protected], it ain’t me babe, just another man who sold his everything, for a passing hallelujah, or worse, even a finale selah...
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Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC
**** bi*ch muse taunting me
with a hellish mess of originality! she don’t care, that my own estimation is droopy, my slip showing, nah, she’s howling and I’m returning her “favor” ***** you’re my ruination,appearing regularly around 3:00am,  with three or more poems for me to store,  as if the world awaits my/our awakening, muse gaslighting, trolling my brain!* she replies: “they come sad and easy, fed to me in spaghetti string lines, forkfuls of stanzas, wicked, which I lace upon your lips for easy retrieving, reliving them gloriously here on HP Of course, if you prefer this woman can disappear, like a rolling stone, plenty new aborning poets, lyricists, crying out for inspiration, satisfaction, how about an adieu, bye to my how-de-do?” she got me by my spectacles, knowing I’d take her haunting just to write a single word, all my own, even if took ten years long; laughing at me, saying “you’re not the first to make that deal” so if you see creations from a [email protected], it ain’t me babe, just another man who sold his everything, for a passing hallelujah, or worse, even a finale selah...
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Bigender/Inside, U.S.A.
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC
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