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Afterwards...


usually I feel better
mostly
only afterwards

writing is akin to
an aching
an opening up of the wound
a blood-letting
to release poisons
into torrents of words

disappointment
frustrations
everyday hurts
they take their toll

some poisons are more effective
because they seem to choose me
why do I let them chose?

who in their right mind
would choose poison
its not as if almonds
improve the complexion of the mind

but
here is my sweet sip
a-bubble
in its pretty blue cup
the one with swaying blue willows

drinking it up
for me
really
isn't much of a choice

why then
would I even choose?



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site Title: Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World.
7:23am pst after one very long night





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