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Is it your legs, or your heart?
My vision is so myopic
I cant really tell if
the pictures in my eyelids
fortell a past in which
I was far too weird
a present in which I suck
or a future in which I'm nothing
blathering about to the
shadows of my fortune
given to me by willful debtors
whose eloquence and skill with
the amathyst forges where
making oneself matter to
someone they really shouldnt
and culling my sentiment
for words I know not
the denotation and pretend
to feel connotation of colors
that in reality are simply
varying shades of grey
that create art with qualities
embalmed in all failures
yet are never seen
in this darkened gallery
opened by peals of laughter.
