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Voices In My Head

Voices traverse the medians of my head or, at least they used to...I thought I didn’t always like what they had to least they said something that was interesting I forgot what I was supposed to remember a while back, I took my dog shopping only I didn’t find what I was looking for because nothing is exactly where we left it, there is an illusion that it is the same yet I have no proof and I am always seeking proof what I see with my eyes I no longer consider proof of anything out of the ordinary would I recognize it if I could see it? Squinty eyes makes the world a different flavor of perception perhaps sweet, nooooo, perhaps savory is the best selection of all Would you know if savory was really Sweet Heart to thine own self be true no selflessness, no selfishness, only to thine own self be true.

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