Poem -
SuPpeRS rEaDY
I can't lament forever you
know
And I'm really quite pissed
You...insisting you're dead,
when...
I feel you around, every cold
bloody moment, so really now
son
Are you fucking with my head
Because it's working
Oh, it's working
I don't know left from right
So let's stop with these
games, because...
I don't want to fight, and
I'll see you at seven
For supper tonight...ok...
M P 10/7/21
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Comments
It can feel like a total head game, which I felt reading this. A need for calm in the storm 💗
Awwwww 💜❤️💜
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Marion... Your way with words is just superb. Ace! And hugs x
It comes with its own sense of complete unreality doesn't it? And its own sense of complete and utter reality...hand in hand...bosom buddies...how does that work?? Madness. Thanks Tina, I value your friendship and an going PM you and fry your brain soon 💞💞
You make it fry away my friend...it does my brain good to sizzle 🤣🤣 xx
Oh good...but it will be burned bacon so be warned 😆😆😆
🤣🤣🤣🤣 So long as it doesn't smell like frazzled bacon or the dog might eat it 🐶😋🐶 😕 xx
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