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A mixed message
Of many julebelies
Coming together.
A time to sing
Your heart out.
A life, unraveling
At one touch.
A piece of work
Not yet finished.
But it’s started, at least.
A brain, uncluttered,
Partially sane.
Needing ju-ju powers
And depthful cleansings.
A heart, washed clean in the shower.
Those strings, connecting
To a variety of new people.
Branching out; connecting worth
And strong virtue
In its path.
A world cracked open
To let all that
Wimplewander juice pour out,
And escape past that stubborn drain.
A shelter,
Re-evaluating harmony
With just a memory.
A flavor of spittle,
Tasteless; however, awaiting the universe.
A wheel, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning.
Churning faligaments,
Yearning for more funny moments.
A color of the cheeks
After awakened.
Breathing tough,
The bird gets up.
Unclips its weak wings,
And dives (head first)
Into the blank chasm;
awaiting its destiny.