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My tongue twitched
With the syllables I could almost bring myself to
Spill like so many lilies
Over that waterfall somewhere in the orient
You promised to stand in front of while I snapped little bits of memory
To prove
-To prove to myself it wasn’t just another nightmare
To leave me gasping in the night,
Half shaken and partly stirred,
By the great chef in the sky
Who might have just forgotten to add a bit more sugar to my spice;
Or maybe
-maybe I’m just meant to be bitter.