

Bring you to surfaceI'm biting my tongue with triangle fish hooks I'm being vague so your ears will tire your eyes won't look You're sweet and you're rude like confectionate calorie counts Your words are mapped with unpredictable routes I'm writing with pattern to design disjoints I'm hiding admiration and cliche points Your heart is heavy and weighing the line You won't reel up on this string of rhyme I'm calling you beautiful but your eyes are closed I'm silhouetted with thorns and you can't see the rose Your eyes are blue like the color I don't dream You look and you see but you don't see whatBring you to surface
| I enjoy words, though the brevity of that sentiment suggests otherwise, requiring this convoluted second part of the sentence simply to make a point. The fact of the matter, as a matter of fact is the fact that that matter is hardly a fact - the matter of matter, in fact, practically doesn't matter. After all, I think therefore I am. |
PS: hi pie.
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Intresting blog:
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I'm not insane, the other people in my head are >_>
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Art is Love and Love is Art
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