Flummoxing [Fiction 55]
| Posted in Fiction 55, Flummoxing, Poems | Posted on 10:46 PM
Smile, and kill me.
Cry – for a similar effect.
Cry – for a similar effect.
Don’t bereave of me of the right to think again, lady.
I know you’re rather flummoxing.
But ah, you see, I do know
You’re just as nimble as me.
So when you look at me,
Your eyes weightless without hope…
I know you’re rather flummoxing.
But ah, you see, I do know
You’re just as nimble as me.
So when you look at me,
Your eyes weightless without hope…
I know I am too.
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13th Fiction 55.
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