I seen the platinum pirating sycophant
He initialed his forename as a fawner
But it was his expression that mattered most
The nodded head of silver thieves
And an announcing anger of the cowering eyes
Like he was stolen by predatory thoughts
Contemplating ego fortresses among falsified power
Swollen in time with crossed dressed messages
Unable to stand up to rotational enquiries
Where the box frame was made of scuff marks
Burning at the edges of cliff hangers and muses
But it didn't justly matter about the portentous facade
His empty stare was a matter of time stealing distinctions
All the while reflecting the shaded identity of his truth
I must state this again: You and I have/are been/being taught (guided?) by the same muse. I GET this and I can sink in it. Thank you, Vickie. Love and best wishes,
The "fawner" of this piece has been described by piecemeal. A longshot look at the sinisterism of his diseased silver thief's manners and abject solitude. This line captured him completely . . . "Like he was stolen by predatory thoughts." I loved his one, Vickie.
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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Lady Vivian
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Jane
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