Platform

By AdamBialowski

Fri, 09 Jan 2015
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I'm thinking of a dream I had,
Self help for the business,
A tea light to the joke.
I'm thinking of the day I missed another,
Reading to reason outside the door,
A skim crossing milk.
I'm delighted with a new rhythm, 
Shore brought cockles,
Ignoring didactic chores.
I'm seeing new by blessing events,
Yolk dipping to wholehearted beats,
Smoking to stepping cardio.
I'm thinking of the fear I had,
Big tens above the handlebars,
Stickers to the brand.
I'm plastic to what is within,
Splintering the altar olde, 
Fire to the furnace.
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