It's an experiment gone wrong but it's a
Glorious rush like a bridge from a
Song from the lungs of a singer whose
Tongue is a brush that paints pastel strong.
It's a moment of ease between
Sleeping and waking when
Everything's shaking but
Everything's still and
Worries are flushing while
Dreams become real.
It gives me what's rare and only
Love could compare to the
Happiness induced by this
Beautiful snare.
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Poetry, essays, and experimental structures in both.
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