Sleep: not gotten.
Fun: had.
Problems: none.
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The gravy falls
down the potatoes
like melted snow
streaming down
a mountain.
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A burst of energy surges
into my veins!
I rush about the
room, putting on my
pants in a tornado of
excitement. This
may be the only
time I get to see
God's eyes open.
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Memories of what was
once ago
float dreamily
in the sea-foam shores
shown in the eyes that
hold me.
Held me.
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Every step
Every word
Every movement
Every breath.
Calculated and precise
like strokes of a paintbrush
or a surgeon's scalpel.
All choreographed to look
effortless....
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