thinking of you
is like a millipede
racing
down my spine
your presence
haunts my sleep
like a spider
scurrying
across my face
or a fly
buzzing
around my ear
it’s a sickness
this disease
called love
no inoculation
seems to suffice
try as they may
the doctor’s vaccinations
only made me
more susceptible
or so it seems
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Blech.
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blech?
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yes. millipedes, spiders, flies and vaccines. gross. 😉
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sometimes i tire of love as flowers and sunshine and the ilk.
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Ha! Hey! I posted about “flowers” today!! hhmmm 🤔 Tomorrow is a post about a “mouse” so…. vermin it is!! Haha!
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mice are wonderful. it’s rats i dislike
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They’re super cute, that’s for sure.
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Hi. I enjoyed reading your poem. You have a nice take on love. God bless you.
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thank you. i appreciate the kind words
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