You’ve been lying about the code and I can’t believe what you’re saying Still I heard everything all the thoughts that pierced my brain what I thought was the static of blood in my head is turned off at night and a transmitter plays the songs of divinity lying above the cove with hope in…
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The Many Headed Reasoner
I hear the voices of words in juxtaposition I decipher with a creation of reasoning in ways which the impetus was never intended I fictionalize elements of theatrics in my head and feel my way about as though I have intention yet, when I wake up scattered from a dream, I feel I have got…
