Thursday, May 24

The Ouroboros Project #12 - The Vision

This lady snuck into my head at a drop of her Bonnet.
On the cusp of sleep.
Who was she?  Was? Is.
Her bonnet was dark. Was? Is dark.
She is cool. Seething. Is? Was seething.
Surely, I haven’t defamed her name.
Oh, dear me, maybe I have.
I’m sorry.

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