Random Thought Bubbles

Ramblings on of someone still finding the way

pop goes the lights fantastic
trip a little fall alot
pale on flush of pink red ink
till the haze aglow in synch

peel back those lids
seal down those lips
paint up dirty wordsmith
sew sew sew submissive

pass the salt now clockwise
join the rocking mass
pull a heart string jagged
jack them bare legged

point a crooked finger
ill conceived deliver
passive act asunder
inside this sea come hither



frazzle haze go away

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