My mind wanders until I pass out from exhaustion.
Ivory dreams that end in disappointment because reality is so bittersweet.
As I float along an 80 proof river my senses become dull with compassion.
Fantasy is cheap. Reality is expensive.
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Author:
Michaelpoet (
Offline) - Published: April 26th, 2024 22:14
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
An oxymoron.
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