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Do You Feel?

My work not meant to be of perfection, it never has been; nor is it, to myself, of Epic proportion. Its perception is importantly the opinion of the reader, critic, and/or reviewer. It is an importance to me, the thoughts of the reader, no matter if it is misunderstood, misleading, or ill represent…

Something in another over.
Troubling all words of no meaning what so ever.
All that matters, extracurricular mess.
Breaking apart masses.

Crippling path, crippling, crippled path.
Getting to you this mess in mass.
Come closer, closer mind like mine, mind alike mind.

Push under skin chemical matter beneath.
pushed to the outside, I am able, leaving you nothing, able I am.
How do you feel now?

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