BEATS OF LOVE
112. This by Me
This
is like the lottery of childhood friendship
tossing words about boisterously for sheer fun,
then crying out loudly for Mum
once this fighting starts
Who reflects herself
across this mental plane
in a translucent ocean wave
Suddenly, after a big cheery splash,
everything is unruffled, calm even
and I think, 'something's amiss, I must've plagiarized this'
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