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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I really don't care if anyone understands me. I understand myself.

Created: October 06,2018

Submitted: October 04, 2018

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My mirrored education has been delighted with the judgment of blissful delirium.

 

( Is that me or is it you, which one of us is ourselves ?)

 

I have wretched the electrified roof of my mouth

with a delicious madness,

 

( my tongue feels like an alkaline battery chipping away tin foil fillings chattering inside my teeth )

speaking my own woe-begotten portrait.

 

A nightingale reflection of sympathy

transporting my imagination.

 

( have you ever seen a cartoon with crows in the back ground of a graveyard scene that didn't laugh and sing  and dance ? )

 

And, I am really quite tired,

 of all of this whistled treachery,

 

 ( my breath on the glass looks like a foggy picture of myself taken from very far away )

 

words reflecting, reflecting words that fly away,

from my silent twin.

 

( I am barely just one person, but sometimes it feels like I must become more than three.)

 

Taking it to a new level,

i cannot move any faster than I want to.

 

( then send your other self )

 

I am not pushed.

 

( Then stop pulling yourself down ).

 

So, in this last breath, where I try to give everything I have,

 

( your sucking the life out of me )

 

I suppose, I shall do one,

last final thing.

 

( Speak )

 

 

 


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