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Kisses To Walruses

Kisses To Walruses

Blowing kisses to walrusesΒ 
Cocooned, no metamorphosis
The taste of the reapers kiss...
Turns my rainbow black
Β 

Out in the void
Where dreams are destroyed
A schizophrenic paranoid...
Who daren't look backΒ 

Deep in the slumberΒ 
Of pharmaceutical lumber
The raft has gone under...
Bouyancy I lack

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Syd

Cheers NigelΒ 

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Syd

Thanks John

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India Morrow

Use of fancy words always helps sound fancy! Lol....continue to share! I prefer dogs to walruses but to each his own.Β 

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Syd

Do what makes you happy India. Each to their own. Be yourself and enjoy writing.

Take careΒ  - SydΒ 

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Syd

You're braver than I am Lisa. I'm fearful of exploring my own mind for fear of what lurks in there ha ha.

I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Thank you for the compliment.

- SydΒ 

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Nine Eleven

"Β now this poem was found in a patient's room after he went completely insane"Β 

Great poetry Syd.

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Syd

Thank you Gerard. Yes I would agree. The blowing kisses to walruses line was inspired by my wife loudly snoring lol. The rest is all me.Β 

Thanks for stopping by and leaving feed back. Appreciated.

- SydΒ 

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Syd

Thank you Simon. Apologies for the late reply.

- SydΒ 

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

He he woahhh woww what a scintillating poem, so very witty and funtastic to read. So some kisses are the grim reapers kiss while some are the kiss of life eh. Kudos!

Nice to read from u again,Β 
pls Pleez do review/comment my newest poem too

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Syd

Nice to hear from you again S. Thank you for reading and leaving feed back.

AppreciatedΒ  - SydΒ 

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