Tasteful BlissA Poem by Penelope What the hell is this? His bliss sweet tasteful bliss it savors in his mouth, a guttered bliss he sits happily in a haze his words become tasteless. His bliss sweet tasteless bliss the hunger lingers, ailing bliss. She is his incurable bliss. © 2017 Penelope |
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