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Twisted Irony
I knocked on the door,
Not expecting an answer
Much less to be received
So when he opened up in contour,
Spoke with me without waver
I conversed to be believed
Me, nothing less, nothing more
Me, not me minus the stutter
And if not all of me, still, me
Should he shut the door,
I’d think, “it’s what I would prefer”
For I knew not of joviality
T...
Saturday 20th January 2018 4:22 am
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