Poems from MarieI

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How is it like to be bat? I do not know. Neither do you, probably. The next best thing? Live, and let live.
It's crazy. There's this thing: I possess, I implode, I am u t t e r l y surrounded by some Great-Gentle Sway. The Eternal One. Sustainer....
Saturday morning again, and the bees are wanting to settle into our c-l-a-v-i-c-l-e-s. Papa is splitting some watermelon for thrombotic...
. . . so hush, little baby Baby, don't you cry. . .   Hey, Hey, now, Mr. Harvey! Lookin' all sharp and sweet, you do, sir! Yes, Sir! O o o...
Sometimes, It appears to me as if social interaction has encountered a dead-end: It is easier not to express any care regarding that which...