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Third Person?
You call me weird because
Your brain
has not got the capacity for
Your imagination to stretch
far enough to enable
You to understand me...
but I Love
You.
Your brain
has not got the capacity for
Your imagination to stretch
far enough to enable
You to understand me...
but I Love
You.
Published 1st Dec 2020
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1st Dec 2020 7:01am
1st Dec 2020 4:34pm
1st Dec 2020 10:06pm
Welcome aboard! Very nice poem for your first post at DUP. I'm looking forward to reading more of your work!
2nd Dec 2020 00:09am
2nd Dec 2020 6:26am
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9th Dec 2020 2:18am
Your poem is the story of my life but told with your scintillating poetic ability. You express the quandary of those who dwell in higher frequencies with exquisite poetics.
Xo
John
Xo
John
5th Dec 2020 8:23pm
Thank you!! I'm so glad that I asked for 'friendly feedback' as you have the power to destroy me with the poetic prowess of your words..., there's so much more for me to learn and there's more poetry in your comment than that which is my post! I admire you as a wordsmith and appreciate your kind feedback! X
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5th Dec 2020 8:31pm
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9th Dec 2020 2:17am
6th Dec 2020 2:18am
Love
spins in my
brain at the top
and shorts wires-
sparked in third person.
I have all the capacitors,
but most of them popped.
That's how come, I incurred
this inversion. Love up, down.
Buckets fall; mopped.
Slow. Flop. Full
stop.
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(I noticed you made a pull-string top with your poem so I made you a top too, albeit a finger-spindle top. Comment boxes don't have the option for centering, so see it in it's full beauty here: https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/404532-full-stop/ < ;p 3
9th Dec 2020 2:18am
