After Burning - Stirred to Ashed Memory

After Burning - Stirred to Ashed Memory

A Poem by Midsummer's Pint
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Measures of Dream - Be on One or Two? in reality or on dreaming.. To Cum True?

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shitting shitting shitting...

oh... it wasn't toiletseat that I was dreaming...

Then were the hell I am... *looks around*

Well it isn't wc, but sure it is dark in here...

some shady pictures coming to one's mind...

"It was that night when realized... it wasn't wc it was mother-in-law's closet in her bedroom.."

How nice this can be...

But how am i naked... and where is other'.. and where's the alcohol we were drinking at night...

*gurgle sounds from bowel* it can't it can't.....

Dream cum true...

when those all surprises you,

gushing yellow matter in front of those,

making really noisey nasty sounds...of some deranged nature's beast of kind...

To realize... whatta f**k was that dream...

if the other one was dream to which i woke up...

so is the reality or....

Life - The Frontier of Sudden Deaths...

In person...

At children's grandparent's...

At home...
- No good for anything to avail...-

Blisters.

© 2015 Midsummer's Pint


Author's Note

Midsummer's Pint
To get other one's attention in certain messenger was going to ask in formal normal way and this came to...

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Added on November 6, 2015
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Midsummer's Pint
Midsummer's Pint

Manse, Pirkanmaa, Finland



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On-off kinda writer.. fewer written stuff in engish but lately on that side have been fruitfull stuff going so i've inspired to do some.. like. kinda.. yeah.. more..

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