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Poem 1

how strange to believe
stranger, to act on belief
here are your new eyes,
i'll help you plug them in
see me in a new light, say
"you danced best,
while you were blind"

inert body protestation
delusion definition, apostrophe apostate,
self definition, self truth, self confined,
screen feeders pixel pudding
faithful spirit hover over
the cold shoulder paralyzed

self severance
inert fortunate
deceptive imp
faithful spirit
cold shoulder
endless patience
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