"Muffled voices fill my ears when i speak. I forget what i'm saying, i'm sorry. My head is filled with endless moving and tumbling pictures, moving fast like a twirling kaleidoscope
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But also blank inside my head, like at night on a silent judging Saturday, where the stars are faded and out of the sky for the naked eye. But all at once my thoughts are stars and the comets intertwined hand in hand
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But they like to separate when the fog in my mind starts to wander. It's times like these i want to scream so loud that my bones rattle and shake inside my body like a silent xylophone kept in my body. Stare with blank eyes at my dry hands with smeared lead."
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misty eyes, silent cries || poetry ;
Poetryoriginal poetry i've written for the past few months, that seem relevant.
