Like a stunned mullet, Aidan puzzled over the pronunciation of schnitzel for the thirteenth time that day. In his embarrassment, everyone laughed a good laugh and continued on with their nonsensical conversation, Wondering over the little details of the night, high on dark chocolate. I took off my jacket because the room was warmer thanContinueContinue reading “A line per person (#4theboys)”
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Sleeping Potions
Sitting under a small chandelier, I see visions of tea parties Non-existent to the naked eye, But to the visionaries, they see new Worlds of pure ecstasy. I may be a little distant from reality Because of mood-lifting potions, Toxic to the soul, But I find joy in unusual states – Is that why peopleContinueContinue reading “Sleeping Potions”
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