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Great job
Looks like it, from here
Ending-type colored sky
That may point to denouement
Those ribbons placed for
Quality of win
Classy, out of place though

Life beginning stormy-like
An “I do,” or a quick platonic kiss
On the sides of mouths open
With awesome, unpredictable
Pleasure just … just the night before
Shades could no longer
Hold back the coffee in
The blood
Just before you leave
Systemic, regret is

These roads will tell the way
When you reach each one
I for one, double back and take
Each one
Greet each one
Somewhere there lies
A branch bearing fruit for me


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Lord Bison

Jazz-soaked spirit running circles around despair...or something like that. Really. Lover of words, lover of being in worlds New Yorker, artist, Virgo besieged by airhead tendencies akin to Libra moves. Bronx is home base. Began an obsession with writing at seven and twenty-odd years hence, still at it. Enjoy/love/hate/be bored/appreciate to your heart's content. Or something like that.

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