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In Myown Mynde, a Blinded Kind / O, True Imagination Makebelieve Real
a few billion fonecell
calls
in vi si bly
beepling'round
our little world,
but no call
from
beloved,
no
be
loving
afeared to even whisper(in myown mynde!)
about what who this might
be. Thee implications there'in
no
doubt
have
little or
no
thing
to
do
wit anyone named or resembling
a 'me'.
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calls
in vi si bly
beepling'round
our little world,
but no call
from
beloved,
no
be
loving
afeared to even whisper(in myown mynde!)
about what who this might
be. Thee implications there'in
no
doubt
have
little or
no
thing
to
do
wit anyone named or resembling
a 'me'.
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
2015dkzk]]]]]]]]foto:dkzk:"paranormalPesticides&lunch"
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Published 2nd Apr 2015
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2nd Apr 2015 11:26am
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3rd Apr 2015 2:16am
You create an environment for the reader, in that they don't know which end ups a Marlin. You really are so very good at poetry. (no exaggeration intended) :)
3rd Apr 2015 9:36am
