it is strange
sometimes i see my words in other places, fall from other lips, inked from someone else’s pen
is it the butterfly effect
i get a heady sense of deja vu, confusion, discomfort
am i the illusionary one, not quite here
or were they touched by the same illness that courses through me
infected by my lazy whirlpool, injected with my increasing madness, dejected by life as well
the rustle of black wings, just at the edge of consciousness, a dream cry into the night
it all seems so strange
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Now I want to go record more of your poetry in audio version…
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Lol. Ass.
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I was being sincere. Ass. lol
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Hahaha. I thought it was making fun of me
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No. I really did think that. But you’re cute.
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The human condition
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perhaps. hoo-man. i will have to study more.
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