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invisible bullies
How about you give me a gun in a world where nobody sees? Let’s see if the envy spreads to the eyes of the blind. Could I kill time? What if the gun gets jammed and I shoot down the line of the innocent. Common sense never was common in the first place. A date, with death would be a repeated occurrence. Trying to rinse off their blood from my hands would be impossible to perfect. Imperfections are perfected when perfect actions are made scarce, I feel a heartfelt connection when my soul is reprimanded through tones of passion like waves crashing on the shore. To be invisible and divisible by three would bring glee to my heart.. To be present without being present at all.. Pure art. Purity in the face of chaos, A simple omen to a coma with love. Some would say I was cold, The truth never could save us anyway, I’ve found my way through the darkness with nothing but a pen to soothe the paper, But I’m still angry, For rage still fuels my feelings when I do not ponder anger, But rather, I’m left to be in my abyss when I’m abysmal. I’m left to see the optimism even through my pessimistic eyes. For my landscapes have changed and the looking glass is clearer than ever, But I can still see the cloudy skies and fingerprints on the mirror with the same eyes they deemed as perfect. I cannot merely peer upon perfection, For that’s not me. eternally, D.J.F ?
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