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Evie G May 2021
Drinking her is a terrible experience
The furious fizz fizzles on your tounge, insisting on its existence in your mouth
The facade of fun from the fucia bottle flickers,
leaving you with clear liquid suffering
It flagrantly fizzes around your mouth, flicking your tastebuds.
It’s funny she says.
Then the facade of fizz fizzles,
You taste hatred
A bitter thirst.
An acrid stench of fear, inflicted on others
An unrelenting
Of equal suffering.

I do not know who made fizzy water,
but i would like to have a chat.
George Krokos Dec 2020
When the subject and object in love are united
there isn’t another around at all to be sighted.
And where oneness prevails love eternally flows
from the One to the many that of illusion shows.
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
NancyMay Nov 2020
on the rooftop
a crow speaks
of a drum
Susan N Aassahde Nov 2020
innkeeper drum
frost scuttle plea
zebra cottage fly
Susan N Aassahde Oct 2020
summer Duke
lobster on the beach
sojourn a piece of chiefs
Susan N Aassahde Oct 2020
candy clop
on the bough of rain
swans of napkins
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