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--- sometimes you view with your one eye something miniscule in size it could be a flitting bat it could be a dusty hat it could be a fire's light it could be the dead of night you can feel there's something wrong but you look and it is gone --- sometimes you hear a faroff sound you don't try to look around it could be a lonesome train it could be a thing in pain it could be a funny fuzz it could be a static buzz the windblown pages of a book but you don't think and you don't look --- something came and touched your hair it could be your last nightmare it could be an errant fly it could be a fairy sigh it could be a sulphur wind but you don't feel it again --- sometimes you taste something that's ill it lies within a tounge unstill it is bitter it is sick like gone bad almonds arsenic you ***** my face up then you pout it's not your fate to spit it out --- something is tickling at your nose it could be a sewer flow it could be acid in the rain it could be something in your drain oooo you believe you smell that smell it's coming from the pit of hell soulsurvivor aka Write of Passage aka Invisible inc Catherine Jarvis (c) 5/25/2015
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
peripheral vision
--- sometimes you view with your one eye something miniscule in size it could be a flitting bat it could be a dusty hat it could be a fire's light it could be the dead of night you can feel there's something wrong but you look and it is gone --- sometimes you hear a faroff sound you don't try to look around it could be a lonesome train it could be a thing in pain it could be a funny fuzz it could be a static buzz the windblown pages of a book but you don't think and you don't look --- something came and touched your hair it could be your last nightmare it could be an errant fly it could be a fairy sigh it could be a sulphur wind but you don't feel it again --- sometimes you taste something that's ill it lies within a tounge unstill it is bitter it is sick like gone bad almonds arsenic you ***** my face up then you pout it's not your fate to spit it out --- something is tickling at your nose it could be a sewer flow it could be acid in the rain it could be something in your drain oooo you believe you smell that smell it's coming from the pit of hell soulsurvivor aka Write of Passage aka Invisible inc Catherine Jarvis (c) 5/25/2015
sometimes we need to trust our senses ---
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
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