every smile
validates
the cold frost
that dapples the windows
leading
to the soulbarren desert
of just desserts
from whence
the tawdry expectation
of inexplicable palpation
seeks home
in biting whorls
of detrimental defiance
the time clock
validates
the grand entrance
into
the vestibules of night
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
I like this poem Mike. I don’t know if you remember but you wrote a wonderful story about helping me with my daughter. Well she has finally returned home. My heart is bleeding again. I wanted you to know.
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That’s awesome.
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