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Devil Whispers
Judgment was removed altogether while devil flavors of birth pains nostalgically faded.
Resting on driftwood and holding thin air, good not to burst into laughter.
Thunders gathered to supplement water-thirsty throats, Tantalus grabbed a bitter fig and spring-sipped brown froggy water. Narcissus shed a tear and couldn’t see picture-perfect-clear.
Not a basque-wine-drunk smile in this lustful lifetime isle, perhaps a wise calm pebble in an open palm, reaching for a lesson to be held accountable, by the devil's advocate.
And nothing was the same, ever again on this rock bottom.
Countless foreign pebbles to be counted and willful steered water to trouble conceptions of earth fire wind lies and swords at the backyard of a whispered sentence, I misheard unpleasing apologies with a watersnake intonation.
Sisyphus, couldn’t lay harmful arms, on self-punishing doubts.
Overweighted cycle, has a high price.
Don’t stare at me, I keep on carrying circumstances of Sisyphus rolling boulders and chewing best friend’s mispronounced promises.
As candy, as a matter of fact.
I like this.
Waterfront.
Swing.
