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eesha-1
eesha-1
20/F/Pakistan. I'm not going to regale you with any romantic tale about my polarity.
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What do the blind see I suppose, circles of their iris spin Just by looking, they're inside. They see flesh, empty flesh. What do the deaf hear I suppose, music At least an echo A touch. Of words. They hear a word, of their voice I suppose. They hear the flesh. They hear words, like skin caressing skin. I too, hear my voice like a string. Like a circle saying, 'Fill me' Let me fill you so I can be someone else in you. Take me away from my body. I suppose, sinning with God.
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Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 12:36 PM UTC
eesha-1
Unheard Visions
What do the blind see I suppose, circles of their iris spin Just by looking, they're inside. They see flesh, empty flesh. What do the deaf hear I suppose, music At least an echo A touch. Of words. They hear a word, of their voice I suppose. They hear the flesh. They hear words, like skin caressing skin. I too, hear my voice like a string. Like a circle saying, 'Fill me' Let me fill you so I can be someone else in you. Take me away from my body. I suppose, sinning with God.
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