a clock to my left,
swirls to the other.
my sister is older than me,
my dog is a brother.
black ink printed on white sheet,
how will i ever do this?
it's helping me, i need to see,
but how so much do i miss?
fuzzy blank t.v. screen,
your not fuzzy, the paint is green.
a use that lamp to focus in on detail,
i am sad that i think she is mean.
she has good intentions though,
and i know deep down she wants the best.
no crumbs in my carpet anymore,
i still need to work on the rest.
right hand fingers are no box,
left is a straight line with realism shadow.
we are all a fuzzy soundtrack tune,
playing playing oooooooo on the radio.
i saw his soul enter into the piece,
his muse to carry the strings.
i feel myself shaking inside somewhere,
uncovered truth as she sings.
if my dream were true and i were carried,
because my vein blew to blue.
then i could have a face to smile at,
to love my first clue.
if i could run that fast again,
without bones aching to collapse.
i could meet someone in the middle,
maybe, perhaps.
if i were just one thing, whole,
instead of one piece split in two.
i could put this all together,
a balanced act to show to you.
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