Tones spiral up thorned ladder, crisscrossing hearts circuits till sadder.
Who's mouth never spits words that dagger?
aware mine splat surfaces that dagger,
believe my tongue... none could despise own blabber,
splitting headaches turning up vulgar slanders;
clever with drastic voices ranter,
celebratory canter,
taken jabs of radiated tamper -
quite essential between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing writer's gander.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
