Maybe this time
Surely this time
The poison is
Picking me
Tickling my uvula
Breaking down
Wearing me out
You can’t see it?
I guess, maybe
as I was told
by a man dressed
Impeccably:
I’m just that good at hiding it
-LM
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Enchanting piece dripping with mystery. This was beautiful! ā¤
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Thank you Tom ā¤
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š¤ Things that make you go, “hmmm”.
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Whatever do you mean Michael? š¤šā¤
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Mystery, intrigue, layers…
I know what I like (e.g., this piece), but I’m trying to decipher the message when I probably only have a weak grasp at the underlying images (at best). But I feel there is something to pick at and figure out.
So… I ponder and go “hmmm”. I’m strange that way, and slightly mad.
Okay, maybe more than slightly…
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I think now Iām a tad cruel to leave your detective mind with no solution. š
Of course the mad are always welcome here, too. ā¤
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There’s always more understanding possible — even if the writer thinks otherwise. Words written are a window and I happen to be a peeping tom.
Besides, I have to keep my forensics training from getting rusty. š
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What an analogy. You stun me, sir. Maybe do keep peeping. Who knows what you’ll see next. š
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…mystery, intrigue, layers…
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Very thoughtful, made me think about a lot of things. Beautifully written ā¤
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Thank you! š
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