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 Jan 2019 Pauper of Prose
Jen
Whirlwind,
Sky is grey,
Then the sun
      Emerges some,
And it’s a beautiful day.
Windows down,
Listening to
That song,
The one that’s
Always on.
Makes me think
Of an idea,
Ever fleeting…

Long lost melody,
Repeating…
Emotions always bleeding.  

Ending
        Before
             Beginning.
Vertical lines,
Confine
Trees of shadowy green.
Sidelines to the street.

Waiting for
A unicorn,
To appear.

Maybe you’re right.
There is no such thing,
In this life
As fantastical tales
Come to life,
Because there is always
A dark side
We hide.
it's been a strange trip
trying to get to the point
where I know myself
when i'm broken
she will take me, let me feast
in her sacred hall
kinda twisted up my mythology a bit. But hey. When i'm in her presence, things tend to get jumbled
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