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    Rambling to Myself
    Rambling to Myself
    Rambling to Myself
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    Rambling to Myself

    By Jamie Wynter

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    Ramblings to myself
    The title says it all
    These are not love poems
    these are the ravings of a strange mind
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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJamie Wynter
    Release dateAug 31, 2017
    ISBN9781370772216
    Rambling to Myself
    Author

    Jamie Wynter

    Born in Karlsruhe Germany to a military family Jamie Wynter is a LGBT novelist, filmmaker, and poet who deals with universal themes of gender, society, and love and gives them a surreal and modern twist

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      Rambling to Myself - Jamie Wynter

      RAMBLING TO MYSELF

      BY

      JAMIE WYNTER

      2017 Jamie Wynter

      All rights reserved

      Mouse Lady brings me peace

      She looked like a mouse

      cause she was a mouse

      her husband a large rat

      who walked around the table

      three times

      before sitting

      the cheese and the wine

      were not enough for him

      the mouse lady with skinny jeans

      that she borrowed from her daughter

      stood and stretched and looked over at me

      and I saw in her the whole of existence

      and like my mother she smiled

      and the warmth entered me 

      there are times like these

      when the world makes sense

      I walked home alone

      with a smile on my face

      What happens Next

      Secret covens

      deep web killers

      Purple smoke rises over

      Dystopian horizons

      A new age

      Futuristic priestess

      Gives birth to the mushroom prince

      Poppy fields in bloom

      Our souls meet in the desert

      Under a new moon

      Time has ended for the wicked

      Witches with Forked tongues

      Stare at

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