It’s just a word

I

Twist of the pleasantries
Set to an old tune
Told twofold the manifest radiates
And still it's nothing new…

II

Set against the eavesdrop
Of a spirit without a hiss
And so the magnificent shines forever
And yet I didn't say shit…

III

And soon shall I return
To tell my lover who he is
Emily for a Shakespeare
And an Oliver for a twist…

And still I didn't say shit…

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About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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