My mirrored education has been delighted
with the judgment of blissful delirium.
I have wretched the electrified roof of my mouth
with a delicious madness,
speaking my own woe-begotten portrait.
A nightingale reflection of sympathy
transporting my imagination.
And, I am really quite tired,
of all of this whistled treachery,
reflecting words that fly away,
from my silent twin.
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What is it dear friend that plagues your mind?
Have you not found rest for the magic your brain conjures ? Quit fighting sleep, call it a night and let your dreams be your escape ..at least for a little while
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I guess the honest answer is: A cuddle bunny.
Then I could snuggle and finally rest, I think ...until I wake up...with a raging ..um..
ambition to to tackle the day ? lol
Thank you Sil :)
Excellent, Doc, and my idiot twin pens all of my less-than-stellar posts!
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Haha ! Mine too ! Thanks Mike !
Ultra twisty, this one, Doc. I thought I had it but that last line blew my idea out of the water. Whatever it means, I like it!
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Ha, thanks very Hully !
What an intricate piece, Doc... Loved those last two lines.
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Thank you Lisbeth, I appreciate that !
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