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Plucky, I come dumb as default.
Sploshing in dingy emotions is frequent.
Some days, I feel I’ll silently pop.
Champion of life, poison pumping his heart
— pretty hilarious.
How illogical to live toxic . . .
Was this heavy smog always slumbered on my clavicles?
I ask you not be upset.
‘Tis, as always, a tunnel with dim lights where brain
I’ll talk to you, when I’ve reached the bright side.
Rolling, I see it peeking. I’ve remembered it now.
Lover Boy in Space
Send ta-cos? 🌮 My first official goal is to publish my first poetry book. The title and theme will be "Welcome To My World" showcasing different areas of my mind through a curated collection of my work. Update coming this weekend. Whether a free taco, or a read, I’m grateful to have company and an audience in this unusual world of mine. I appreciate your support. Welcome to my world and thank you for reading. 👩🏽🚀
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