ReflectionsA Poem by HB
The sudden, multi-catalystic visions
of Your wishing. All you asked for All you wanted All you craved. I am it. I am that. I am this. You do not like my form And You do not like my face. Maybe you should have vacationed from the narcissistic visions Dangling dangerous in your bathroom, Vicariously burning through Your youthful, pale facade. All that incandescent lighting made me sallow. And you blame it all on ME not getting YOU ? My dear and silly, so unpleasant little fellow, I am exactly what you wished for. I am Truth. © 2011 HBReviews
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Added on April 5, 2011Last Updated on April 6, 2011 Tags: being, truth, revelations AuthorHBBoston, MAAboutAuthor Chef Circus Act (no really...) Accounts Receivable Boston Brunette Tall Fire Spinner Slightly Insane (in the membrane) Luvable! It is probably about time I posted this on here--In.. more..Writing
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