If I could give you this one thing
of all those gifts I may possess
from love to life to sweet embrace and all I am and know
take chance to wake each day to see yourself through eyes of mine
each word, each thought each moment lived
then surely heart and head and soul would know
and conscious raw and raging thoughts
these truths so sweet with honesty tempered
that yes, you are a twat
Ha! Didn’t expect that last line.
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Yes! That ending haha so good
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Oh, Michael, this was SO CLOSE to being a sweet, thoughtful, sentimental work of art, but you rescued it in the end. Great work!
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Wouldn’t want to be too predictable 🙂
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huge sigh of relief I reckon!
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but so very true 🙂
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Haha I hear you
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Lol.
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Ha ha. You had me going … I thought you’d turned a corner on your descriptive poetry and then … THE TWIST at the end!
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Holy crap Michael! Had me fooled, lol
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😉 ha
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I was tempted but…no, today is not that day
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I should know to expect those twists at the end of your writing… caught me blindsided again. LOL
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I like to lull you into a false sense of security
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