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Click hereHe acts like a helpless southern belle who just discovered feminism but has a regularly raped house slave. Sometimes the radio aligns with my narrative. That's when I remember not to tell anyone. I said so many things to so many people. My sister is a prophet and said that's what happened when you are so close but far from your twin soul. Purgatory for poets. Hell is getting what you want. I loved you so long it turned into an ailment. I take pills to sustain sane. Everything I eat in excess adds to the protective shield that keeps me from weeping at your bitch wife's feet. I'm almost immobile. Be careful says Waylon of things that are exactly what you want them to be. Gypsies steal. I am a puzzle piece thrust into the air by a ham hocked fist landed square on the table I rest on. Disrupted and exhausted from care. On point as the maid or trying hard to understand his disdain for Zeppelin.
'twas me. Folks hated that one. I don't blame 'em. Trite and silly.
This makes me think of that poem you submitted a few weeks ago, "I love you". At least, I think that was you. There is a lot going on beneath the words here, some strange metaphors. This is very open ended, and will confuse most readers, but you do have a frame in place. Some people will see it, I think. I'm not even sure I see it, though. Interesting and some really good lines in there. Thank you for the read.
thank you for your comments.I look forward to reading your work. I vote but rarely comment as often I cannot explain why I rate as such. I'll try harder.
I especially loved the line "I take pills to sustain sane." That'll go in my book of great lines.