On the menu for the rest of this life:
Word Salad.
Sumptuous but spare.
Served atop interwoven verbal place mats.
Sewn together with sentence and syntax.
Complimented by a side of my spirit.
And a bottle of soul.
All for the bargain price of $ No Regrets!
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turning obstacles into popsicles
And it will change me, all this. Will build up walls and break them down.
Will surround this heavy heart with battements and thorn tipped leaves.
Will then pluck them away, one at a time, savoring the small piece of my whole that sits at their base. Slowly. Curiously.
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