Wednesday, December 14, 2016

A Touch Deranged...




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I no longer wish to face the constant flow of inventions flowing forth from your lips,
the lies a cloud of purple poison stretching in my direction,
incongruities bold as black print on plain white paper,
innocently unaware I see every falsehood you present
with an enthusiasm bolstered by the steadfastness offered
only, by a mind a touch deranged.






6 comments:

  1. Nice use of Word Wizardry to send the knife of feelings

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  2. Sounds like my ex-husband or our soon to be president.

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  3. Sometimes it is difficult to filter out the false words from the true...

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  4. Wow, who hasn't felt this at one time or another? Nicely done, Shadow.

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  5. It takes a certain amount of derangement to navigate the seas of fellowship and commodity.

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