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Body presses against stale air on one side, soul on the other. Eyes perceive what's lost
to the colorblind spirit.
Pressure stems through spine to mind: a silent Headache small and deadly as cancer, overgrowth liking to manifest into Love but corked by ignorance
of these bitter spindly breaths.
Potency blisters out a tumor
bred by an oppressed need to
fall
from mind
to mind.
Thoughts like eyes see a body able to sweat catharsis,
hope and beauty, and inhale danger, rejection, and Misunder
I hope I can get to know you better because you seem like you really care when reading my poetry.
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i have no sig...
go along with your lives
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Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing - Salvadore Dali
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