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Sweet Heat

Nights

By Shane Harrington Published 4 years ago • 1 min read

Bouncing

or dancing.

Singing the song,

lol,

not even close suckafish.

New word old meaning,

Hit the refresh key quick.

Autocorrect always missing it,

But that knife was just your senses tingling webs of confusion.

Rock hard concrete and roads of yellow.

Witches brewing,

Something coming from the mental.

A trophy or mystery inside delusion of the limited,

reality.

Spell casting,

atoms disaster,

collision of this,

happening.

Building lighting colors of motion.

Pushing darkness,

Creating something glorious to deliver the crisp edges of the unknown.

Bringing purpose to the new word order.

Questioning the answer,

stop asking.

Building a fire,

that’s all.

surreal poetry

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Shane Harrington

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    Written by Shane Harrington