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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