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it occurred to me
as the hand grasps
the hilt of the
sword
as the dog craps
in the hallway at
midnight
as the face of the
clock is wrinkled,
ugly and moves
slower than
time
I wake up and decide
that nothing is
left
and that is
all
Published 3rd Mar 2023
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3rd Mar 2023 1:12am
3rd Mar 2023 1:19am
3rd Mar 2023 3:58am
Humor. Specifically dark humor. It will get you through much crappiness.
I was going to say hope. But Hope is a fickle bitch.
I was going to say hope. But Hope is a fickle bitch.
3rd Mar 2023 11:28am
Yes she is. And she has f***ed me over in the past one too many times.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
3rd Mar 2023 2:15pm
I wanna hear more about that bit with the hilt of the sword though. Sounds like the nice beginning of pirate story. Or something to dowith the Musqueteers.
3rd Mar 2023 8:29pm
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