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Bubbles in the airYour bloated thoughts
Haunt me in my dreams
Boom! Plop! Swish!
They burst
When pricked by reality
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I write when my muse play tricks on me hiding behind the tunes of adversity. A simple thing such as smile or touch, anger or quote, music or hum,it sets my world rolling into a ball of perfumed poetry
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