I only did this style
A handful of times
And reading back
I see why
As it seems
My particular
Stream of consciousness
Reveals nothing
But utter shite
Sick Of It All
I feel
so small
my skin
crawls
with the
itch of a
thousand
years
eyes
bawl
from the
pain
while
all the
time you
laugh
from
behind
the wall
ready to
hurl
your
next
curveball
my way
(Originally Posted 15.11.2019)
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
What ? It’s got flow. Definitrly NOT shite
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Thank you my friend, but it’s definitely not my best 👍🖤
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But still “good”
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You’re too kind 😊🖤
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You’re too hard on yourself
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I guess we all are at times 👍🖤
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You may call it shite
But where I’m from it’s shit
Shit or shite, don’t give a shit
To me shit’s it, is it
😎
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😊😊🖤
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I actually quite like the rhythm of the original. It rolled off my tongue.
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Aw, thank you my friend.
Seems what I see and what others see doesn’t always match up 🤔😁🖤
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Haha I get it, sometimes we need to see the mirror to be sure.
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Oh absolutely 😁🖤
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I do need a editor dear poet. Editing can be a bear.
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Hey there my friend! Great to see you! 😁
Looks like we lost each other somewhere along the way (have followed you again so that’s resolved now 😊)
And yes – editing it a pain but is much needed 👍🖤
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WordPress does odd things dear friend. We can lose poetry and friends without notice. I was glad to had found you on another poet’s site.
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Indeed it does. At least we’ve reconnected now 😊🖤
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