O Cosmos; you must be fucking yourself each time
Realising your so-called energy is cold
Galvanised only when humans make love controlled
Against their better judgment by a planned enzyme
Silly them but fuck you for being so boundless
More space, more time, only for you, piece of manure
Offering your views in case we miss your brochure
Serendipitous you ainβt with my Anthi-ness
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* Orgasm in Greek
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of usβ¦ my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the dayβs oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along β apace with a sloth β has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist ππͺΆ3 days ago in Petlife
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Sci fi at its finest!
Clever endeavor!
Nice...