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The Mirage

“…Man serves the interests of no creature except himself…” - Middle White Boar You came from behind, like a snitcher, and I twirled like a sunflower, as you tingled me. I smiled. The rain dove sang. You came to me as a covert opportunity, as I could not wait anymore because I had my feet temporarily pinned on the side of the railway line, being used by a crusher crashing my phalanges, a day before. I must say, the crusher was a Canon who had been stripped off his duties because of you, sun-kissed. This lustre was a bummer! I immediately ride on your waggon, because, my Clock was exactly 23H45, I thought was already finished, as had been walking for almost twelve hours, and when you came, I had forgotten that the lustre was not the main object because the other half was still to be seen. OOOOOH! Patience, my blood, you left me destitute, as this lustre was a bummer!!! You took advantage of my inept schoolies, which prompted my desire to jump on your jet. I missed remembering that when you came, I was morose and wearing a catsuit, as bones had been crushed, a day before. I, indeed, sinned by giving you that brimming smile. I had forgotten that the lustre was not the primary object because the other half was still to be seen. This lustre was a bummer!!! If I had asked for your passport to observe the countries that you had flocked, I would not have been here today, If I knew, I would have remembered to look behind you to see your handlers, If I knew, would have remembered that I did not personally invite you, but my catsuit asked you, If I knew, would have negotiated with my soul, If I knew, would have looked at your approaching direction and remembered that those from horizontal are not from the cross; those from the ground they are bound to run aground; but, those from the vertical angle required me to be underneath all the time as they would overflow and cloth me. If I knew, the white powder on the snowball would not have tilted on my white gown. And the Canon's duties would have been intact. Oooh, this lustre was a bummer!!!!

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Date: 6/10/2020 9:12:00 AM
G'day Sandile. Quite a flight of writing! Truth in the buffed off lustre. Haunting, provoking poem. Love and recovery to you
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