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writing while she watches over my shoulder

“three pages
and eight beers
to go. hmm…
i drink alone
because i sing
three and a quarter pages
and seven beers to go.

k, i'll try.'

there’s no way
this can be taken
with desperate lines
and rare rhymes
in between
my pouts
and over proportionate
a contortionist still
painfully bends
to ends
and means
to cripple
how my lips will,
with wind blowing
itself impotent,
be justified.
did she fall yet?

'what? more you?

in texts
she cried to
never her face
only unoriginal
fetid symbols
on the screen-
cherished for knowing-
knowing this type
and font-
are breathed so easily
to be from a gentle
and nonchalant
coven of deities
that are the digits
of her.

for she is made of
goddesses stuffs
and magics

‘there, happy?
now leave me alone.
and grab me a beer!’

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I have to love it. No suggestions however. This thing is way out of my league. I chuckled all the way through. But I gotta say that as weird as this thing is, the language is still subtle (okay, like a bowling ball subtle). wesley

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All I can think of to say is, convoluted! From these words I gather... you have a marvelously twisted mind... I like much!!! I laughed when I read the title and knew that I must read.

always, Cat

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