When I see you,
I’m in blinders
I hear you speak
and hardly listen
I think of you
and see things
I wouldn’t say
if I could care
Which,
Is not to say
you’re not deserving
For all I know
you are
But I see you
and one thing
comes to mind:
not much blood–
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Author, blogger, painter, poet, schizophrenic, vitamin salesman. There's a shadow person living in my head is something I believe. Fiction. Digital art. Smalltime jobs. I do all these things. Bad biology is a lie. God is a robot. View all posts by Luke Meyer
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