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Trip
We tiptoe 'round
feelings, and other
confuzzling things
we dare not read into
cement-stayed with ends-frayed all
stinging beneath our heart's lining.
Tickling the pineal with limerick
the ole gland, the grand ‘ship
submerged in emotion yet
surfacing empty, after and only
while we were left drowning in
home-grown defeat.
feelings, and other
confuzzling things
we dare not read into
cement-stayed with ends-frayed all
stinging beneath our heart's lining.
Tickling the pineal with limerick
the ole gland, the grand ‘ship
submerged in emotion yet
surfacing empty, after and only
while we were left drowning in
home-grown defeat.
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