Masquerading

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Surveillance blinded,

entire world smells of deep chaotic swine,

draping unconscious minds,

delusions rhyming perfect lies,

rocking to sleep withholding eyes;

the crazies have come full blown from gloomy hidden caverns...

Bones –

Halftones –

Pebble-stones –

Unrecognizable and scattered

more imperative, mine emotions tattered,

walls painted by own burdened splatter –

being served up on shiny platter;

keep masquerading as one of them,

splitting heart down center with story grim;

conformality is not flowing between these veins –

conformity never tasted satisfactory going down own throat drain.    

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