(not) scared
during the high
wind storm
I send ghost
story voicemails
to myself
while the lotus
(unaware?)
glows
begins to exhale
ionised oxygen
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people watched words fly form the poet’s mouth
each with it’s own will, yet connected.
the mystery was embedded
in their sequence.
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Nice, Drager
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Can I reblog this comment as a stand alone poem? I like it a lot
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I asked Count Binface and we agree
Drager with regards
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Count Binface?
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Count Binface is in contest with Nigel Farage in the UK…
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Hope he wins!
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