Every early blow-filled morning
and every late steaming night
all the love I have ever
lost
comes back to me
like
a swift kick in the head.
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Every early blow-filled morning
and every late steaming night
all the love I have ever
lost
comes back to me
like
a swift kick in the head.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
nice
No it’s not.
But Thank you anyway.
I think it is an interesting concept and an effective presentation.
some of your poems have these little zen-like twists at the end that are really interesting. this, of course, is one.
Heh.
I’ve never thought of myself as a philosopher.
I like things when they’re a little unexplainable.
But just a little.
whatever it is, you’re onto your muse right now-enjoy it while it lasts:)
i meant 🙂
i quite this one of yours.
the swift kick in the head can be a bit overwhelming, i’ve felt.
cheers though
like*.. i quite like* this one of yours
haha