Poetry / Here's to Old Friends (and foes*)

Every time the nothing stares right back at me I make an internal note to just put some dam* thing on the…hmm…I am actually intimidated by the absence of a personal mark on a virtual wall…Well, that makes me blush the way one might on walking in on…you know…but I’m not walking in on…and I clearly have more, oh so-very-many-more superego pseudo-negotiations-to schedule…So here’s a virulent slice of super-imposed, perpetually immobilizing commentary for the essentually faux-facade…formerly my freedom-tamer-feigned-in a single Fickle-Forc-e-d phrase “I’ve got nothing for you.”
Simply(dare I?-THANK GOD) no longer true-
Elissa*

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