Twin

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  No Houses


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.

 

 


Submitted: March 27, 2018

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Mike S.

Excellent, Doc, and my idiot twin pens all of my less-than-stellar posts!

Tue, March 27th, 2018 3:43pm

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Haha ! Mine too ! Thanks Mike !

Tue, March 27th, 2018 5:42pm

hullabaloo22

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!

Tue, March 27th, 2018 8:44pm

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Ha, thanks very Hully !

Tue, March 27th, 2018 5:46pm

jaylisbeth

What an intricate piece, Doc... Loved those last two lines.

Mon, April 2nd, 2018 2:35pm

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Thank you Lisbeth, I appreciate that !

Mon, April 2nd, 2018 5:57pm

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