Brew

Brew

Something
is a swirl-
Something
odd
like a
shimmering
black
pearl

White pearls
are a
standard
find
On the
necks
of ladies
refined

But those
who
fancy
the black
gem
Might be
the ones
interrupting
your REM

I have
been
known to
be wrong-
it’s true
I adore
black pearls~
excuse me
need to stir
my brew

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About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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