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Her "Exploration"
I'm trying to get lost in her.
Till my conscious goes unconscious;
and my thoughts begin declining.
Physically; I'm getting thinner.
Mentally; I'm facing dementia.
Vividly; I'm exploring every Venture.
Every Turn,
Every Crevice.
Till; I discover where she's embellished
Or else how could I define to a novice,
Her Relics.
It's clear their minds are undeveloped
From her womb.
Lay: honey, fruit, & berries
That I wish she spare me
All the wonders of our possibilities
If only she was aware of me
a lot of euphemisms here...
a lot of euphemisms here... its quite intestesting... and soft... you've structured this piece to be a sort of stream of consciousness that then seems to fade to oblivion... like a thought... so like reality fading into nonexistence.... obviously there's a whole other separate theme... but I just really admire the structure... thank you for sharing :)
"...all the wonders
of our possibilities..." such longing and a great end line to wrap it up - very find wordsmithing - will read more of your work. p.s. from your early writes to now, you have come far on PostPoems ~slc~
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