For the first time in my
life, I saw colors, not like
normal people see colors; my recent
woman
sees colors all the time.
This morning, there was
purple splashed all over my room.
Once, in her sleep, she said
the word 'purple.'
I asked her what it meant,
she said, 'Knowledge of the future.'
I know she will try and screw this
sickness out of me; God Bless her.
What do I know about the future?
I know it looks bleak, and the
doves are crying.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 26th, 2024 09:52
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Comments8
Blue
A shade of green
night reading at its best my friend,
another work of art.
Thank you my friend.
Good write T.
Thank you.
Beautiful work
Thank you.
Your welcome
But the doves will always fly up and be with you and me Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
It's great!
Thanks.
Goodness gracious how very sad and beautiful. Those last lines hit like a brick "kudos" dear Thomas. 🌹
Thank you so much, Teddy.
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