Drink in the candor of a dream denied beside itself;
as I reverse engineer my form to destroy you
despite my bid still breathing,
despite your mind full by default,
Tarzaning string to string of your every waking thought.
Time froze when I lost my game.
Thaw with luck.
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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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