Maybe I missed you as both so lost in the midst of our own mist. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Mist’
Tag: American Sentence
Death
‘Death is not the end’ Dylan chanted, nor is it by chocolate. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Death’
Amusement
Pawed and pinned, a mouse to your callous cat’s tail-tipped amusement. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Amusement’
Point
Pointed speech, punch underlined, the pertinent passage pause defined “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Point’
Current
Caught, carried in courteous current, I can’t resist so curve and flow, “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Current’
Trail
I followed your piecemeal breadcrumbs, trailing along to my destruction. “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Trail’
Afternoon
Slow-tilted smiling afternoon mooched on, care-free beneath drunken-sun “Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Afternoon’
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