| As the blood filtered through these eyes light blue in color changing to the darkest of blues like a passionate thunder strike some might say...but was not of this like feelings as such as these sank to deep only to produce a singular tear a thrice of this heart was broken founding physical sight was not in comfort a yearning as if a welcoming of voices in ways of displacement, confusions though thousands of ridiculous thoughts a neo stands alone among the thousands seemingly not as ridiculous more of expression starting with an L...ending with an E... that is all that is need to know to see the faces of a verb called humanly Matthew B Funderburg©2000
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