I am sorry but I cannot do these little word plays anymore. It's like drinking liquid white out by the gallon and I feel like someone just took an eraser and waved it over my head and my brain has just turned into a schmeer of cream cheese floating boundless in space without a bagel.
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You're embarrassing the rest of us with this genius scribble.
I am sorry but I cannot do these little word plays anymore. It's like drinking liquid white out by the gallon and I feel like someone just took an eraser and waved it over my head and my brain has just turned into a schmeer of cream cheese floating boundless in space without a bagel.
What could this be about? Only The Shadow knows!
Smile is Joy from Inside out ♥
I'm watching, Otteri, I'm watching.
That isnt a poem
Your "Shadow" casts brightness.
"I'm being followed by a moon shadow..."
Your poem is almost intergallactic...
lunar eclipse