Quips

to the east, you read every word 
to the north, not a peep is heard 
in my heart a deficit  
do I give more than I’ll ever get 

on Facebook I leave zinging quips 
on twitter, truth seeps from my lips 
in between, there lives a gap 
filled with lustrous, throaty gasps 

in my prose I write with thought 
sometimes loved, sometimes not 
no music to the lyrics yet 
write it soon ‘fore I forget

introspectionclassicism

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