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As I wander down this circling path I wonder what I will come across next I round the corner only to realize that I have been here before but things have changed since my last visit names have changed but the decisions are all the same why can I never breakaway I wander off the trail only to find myself back where I began , the I find that it is
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I gaze
at that old photograph.
That boy in black.
Alone standing
in that desert.
A carnival unreachably distant,
lit with happiness,
invites me not.
The ferris wheel spins
refusing to lift me to heights.
Now
feeling
particularly melancholy
am overwhelmed by
crippling sadness.
I cower
in my darkened soul’s chamber
daring not confront
the fondness for a friend
loved more than God.
My inordinate attachment.
My heart swells with rivers
of bittersweet joy
bringing forth tears of loneliness.
by Douglas Bienert (copyrigted)
Two peas in a pod... now you have to read the rest of my book- such as it is so far and tell me what you really think. I can take your insults... already do actually.
And QUACK to you as well!
(WINE... GOOD!)
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