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Reality Square dew drops, trickling, opaque, the expanse of flesh, lingering a moment, the scorching sun, strained from cool in-shade universe, rests in two-minds, evaporates. Love ballads, screeches the harp, wind-chimes gasping, stuck closed doors luring lovers, heartbreaking acts, searching where none exist, in-end exiting, the honesty of the hearts. A puff, the sand-filled ball fades with tortoise speed, the wind combs collected dirt on heads of hair, grinds to a halt, burdened by weight, painting red-eyes. The poet grapples, imagination-fragments in assorted puzzles, with godly senses, hoping, creating no-sense lyrics, hastening before summoned, a rendezvous with the righteousness of the rhyme. Wake up: it’s but a dream. |
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