turn back the tear drop pillow
I’m sick to my stomach
suffering alone and hard
piercing cavity of viscious fangs that bite
illusive
impulsive
the rant
These flames I live
my right to forgive
undercover
beyond the means
living in a land of mean
barren sea
a shot in the dark
to light the spark
many are left in rebellion
what an incredible talent Vitale is
he is the poet of all poets
the moment you met him perfect ten
a chick lying with her hens
a quest…
flaws and failures
yes he wears Depends
a trip to the zoo nothing new
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I like where you were going, with this one.
Nice job! 👍
love the title…an interesting series of impressions. love a good word tango