damn near
rubbed a hole through
the magic lamp
wasted every wish
on idiosyncrasies
disguised
in ill advised
soulrattling cries
draped in lies
there is a hole
in my sole
as the streets run red
with blood
the steady squelch step
leaving crimson splatters
on this one way
manual escalator
leading directly
to the latency
in heartfelt prayer
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Mike, you need to return my email 😉 unless you don’t want it in the book.
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I will. I must have missed it. Sorry, Tara.
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No worries… I just wanted to make sure you got the message and was afraid if I emailed you, maybe you weren’t getting them.
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I’m notoriously bad at checking my email
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Hence the message here 😉
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