Midway to NowhereA Poem by redd Brick Keshner
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'I was born half alive,
the other half partly insane.'
she dribbles inaudibly, grinning coquettishly;
and in between
there is no apology.
Even the deaf can fathom
underhanded effrontery.
She however, will not brandish fangs without syrup.
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Added on March 26, 2009 Last Updated on March 27, 2009 Authorredd Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, AustraliaAbout/iframe> ….socially awkward poet. Childhood stammerer… intentionally driven to writing rather than speaking. And yes, that’s where that vibe is sourced… so your kin.. more.. |

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