Non-Erotic PoetryThoughtsStretched out in thought
my mind twirls
like a spinning top.
Synchronous snippets.
Evanescent echoes.
Eyes closed, prisms
of sunlight peek
beneath my eyelids
fostering fugitive images,
here and gone.
Tantalizing tidbits tossed
about my psyche.
A cacophony of
cerebral celebration.
Idiotic intellect.
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