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Where is my mind?Where is my mind?
It has drifted from me.
Contradicted me and threw me in the sea.
Only to float up from the air left inside,
This sickened and twisted corpse.
Left after the party and rotting slowly.
The sting of the blade upon skin.
What do you risk for your eternal rest?
Nothing since your just throwing it away,
to see it staring back at you in the mirror.
where is my mind gone but on the floor.
Useless to you anymore.
Fifth DimensionalBeing fifth dimentional you never really know what will happen just due to the immense amount of variables presented in the current timeline that you may or may not be currently residing in. With these capabilities you have approximate guess of what will happen once a certain course of events have elapsed. The feeling of knowing the result do to more information about the situation and possible backdrops that might unfold due to the massive variables that happen every day. For once I wish I could go through out the day without these visions of random aftermath once a choice has passed my thoughts.
Creep of Eternal Silence.We will find a way.
As we fall apart,
The horror of disdain.
From losing the one's we love.
for with this disdain we feel pushed and shoved.
Feel the love of the few who watch.
They await your move and your decision.
Be it the final or beginning
Just think of the life that you will be losing.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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