I write this, here, for reason. Blatantly bleeding always, superfluous, my mind tracks the canvas, the desert. Hum cool, vibrate softly. It knows the tune, I'd say, so do the words matter?
The meaning does! Screaming, blindly hemopheliac..if something is to be bled, why not colours? My mind harvests the texture, bold, sly, the tune of all before. What else is there? Her?
My mind is just that, her playground, where I exist, sitting in her orchard, breathing in its fragrent embitterrings, and where else do I lie but her fields? Where is she?



She is there, always, there . . . there . . .
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..She tracks through my mind, a brutal visit. I dream of the silent carress I give her, soft shell, succinct...why is she away? I long for daylight imagery, fantasy blinding me...
I'm sensitive you know, blah I feel it so soon, so close, you are her.
You can see me why can't you see me? See who I am? I can't see it.
What do you feel?
it could be blah blah blah
sensitive blah blah grey smoke signals blah
revealing blah im lost but for you blah blah
blah blah your mind crying blind, i bleed for you to see
with your mind, im blind, please see that i am right
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blah this never stops me blah
vicious blah
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blah love blah blah
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my mind, i throw to you why dont you care? need i?