Illusion
(Blog post 3)
Reclined against the bubbled heavens,
Drawn to pound the feeble exterior,
To escape the perilous, open, window,
And ignore the rancid widow.
Continuous turn around a corner,
Float on high, abstain the mourner,
Flex a bit to burst the bubble,
And kill the dream, kicking rubble.
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