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These people They do not even see me. they are blind to me I am not invisible I walk by them I see them they don't see me they look away look at the floor they look around they look anywhere but my eyes which is fine for if they did they would see the eyes of a madman a lover a father and a brother a ***** hobo a ragged lonely nomad a slave a tree climber a ruiner a fighter a healer a ***** They would see centuries upon centuries of amber and curry and garlic and sand and bones If they dared to step a little closer they would smell the *** and soil of a thousand worlds the blood the **** the tears of a million little girls and boys left in my wake lilies and lilacs and roses and daffodils would mix with mangoes and dragons blood and sweaty lust. I am Love and I walk among you.
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May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
They don't see me
These people They do not even see me. they are blind to me I am not invisible I walk by them I see them they don't see me they look away look at the floor they look around they look anywhere but my eyes which is fine for if they did they would see the eyes of a madman a lover a father and a brother a ***** hobo a ragged lonely nomad a slave a tree climber a ruiner a fighter a healer a ***** They would see centuries upon centuries of amber and curry and garlic and sand and bones If they dared to step a little closer they would smell the *** and soil of a thousand worlds the blood the **** the tears of a million little girls and boys left in my wake lilies and lilacs and roses and daffodils would mix with mangoes and dragons blood and sweaty lust. I am Love and I walk among you.
JohnM
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JohnM
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May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
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