Trick Or
I use make-believe
overwriting memory
to bring me some peace
The fiction I’ve weaved
you’re at the store - you wouldn’t leave
is a fool’s relief
So I take mine neat
sweet opiate of self-deceit
my strange trick or treat
*a play, in 3 Senryus*
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ps, I write short stories too
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