Man’s Eye
a first , until
in , if
you knew , to watch into , the only new lines ,
confused with man
in his sanskrit 'how'
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all ends
in his hand , as if his very palm
was the
robotics of the
first , until mans' end
figured
the palm is 'now'
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& as they palmed the now lines ,
the confused figures watched
their very new end
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"Road the release
beyond understanding"
Scenery bioluminescence , a better tried atmosphere
from a naive story writer
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A gregarious tambourine perpetually
ringing out as you
tweak desires and always feel where
,more or less ,a
thought of the guest
dressed in black coldheartedness
is simply a metonym
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Better when an old friends' heart is
a very sound paradise that doesn't remind you
that everyday is an emotional didn't ,
glistening with thought ,as
the colors crashing closest to lines of method
around the writers urge to act
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Now in congregation ,time should warm more
than what cold left for the didn't
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A worn story
enchanting experience ,
like streets forgotten ,
never beautiful
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