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Vintage Dreams

Time,
a funny grain
that gets stuck
like a piece of
grit between
clenched teeth.

And spitting never helps, so purse
your lips
tightly.

Dreams,
A fickle fable
held in high esteem
as you tell the story
of a wonderful what-if
while the stars loftly
laugh at you in the dark ink blot above.

Grip the grass you lay upon
as the earth tilts just ever so.

Love,
Oh love,
Where for art thou?
Romeo was a fool to seek
a party where all the players
knew their part while all the
while Juliet had cotton stuffed
in her ears like a silly Teddy bear,
seeing  only your pretty little
mouth move without a
sound
PhilipWardlow
Written by PhilipWardlow (Ravenprince)
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