Grooming For Never (Never) Land

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Attempts; again and again
To suck in the gut of atrophy
You swear admittance will
Ultimately rely on the twinkle
In your eyes
The one where … any attempt
Foiling hardship or fingers
Attached to slender wrists
Pores clogged with pixie dust
You trained your sneezes,
To defy gravity
As long as you held on to him
You should … your feet should
Have to touch to the ground
Waking up the mirror
Shines the Suns of that
Once visited place
Your admittance is still
The rosy path of denial


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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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