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I cannot perceive;

So instead my soul does for me,

It spills the words I cannot speak,

The thoughts that clog the depths of my mind;

It oozes out the sentences overflowing with monsters,

Demons that reside in my head, stealing my sanity,

Without sanity how do I keep myself from awake

So I filter the words I cannot speak.

And call it poetry.


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