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Insanity
If you bit into an apple,
What would you fingers hear?
Would they dance around the stem,
Or would they shed a tear?
If you were to smell a zebra,
Would your eyes burn with a purple?
Could you explain to me why there's dust?
The mechanics are covered in glitter,
Glitter. Glitter and rust.
Rust. Rust and immortality.
Immortality. Immortality and brutality.
Brutality and the way it sways,
It sways like no one else's.
Why does my mind operate in such ways?
It is not bad, being on the verge of insanity.
I quite like how odd it truly is,
But I don't dare bathe in it.
Bathe. Bathe in vanity.
you r quality over quantity..
you r quality over quantity.. too good poem
Haha, thank you, that means a
Haha, thank you, that means a lot.
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