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friday's song

ByKymberlee

playing in the sunshine
and trickery with Loki
a red herring–killed with my own knife–
makes for a nice dinner
amidst the curling, fragrant honeysuckle

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“Silence is a source of great strength.” ~Lao Tzu

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three

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it was too close to the bone so I made this instead…

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perhaps his heart is too bright for your boxy, measured world perhaps his wonder isn’t brandable in your tight space, rat race bullies come and bullies go (they tend to find each other) love remains truth remains (free the boxes)