Peptides Fit
By Melinda Jane - The Poet Mj
Swimming in my endorphins
like a dolphin.
In a half zombie like state
I ate halves of my brain
they called it a stroke.
The Fairy-tail finch asked:
“Why, scratch at yourself?”
The mallee of hair felt, the
complex of wisdom in this
question. And pondered.
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