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Mar 2018
This blind man is too busy gazing at this empty wall
I tried to tell the deaf man next door, but you were to busy listening to soundless beats to hear me call.
The druggie in me took five imagery pills to **** the buzz
My brain was in some kind of blitz from drowning in shadowless trees, counting wheels on motionless cars.

Condensed in an empty space of just  more fullness
Cutting in a straight line of this circling square, trying to find it's cruelness.
Speeding too fast in a not so slow lane
Young old boys killing time and stress, still sounding all the same.
Cover up your face from way behind
Fact that factor up and tell yourself what you may  find.

Pour a glass into a straight shot
Don't let the bartender  make me taste any of that, stuff is way too **** hot.

Condensed shadows but we living in the light
Shutting my eyes shut, but I haven't lost any of you out of my sight.
I gave the whole world a low high five
She still yet to give me back  that response, but she better hurry up because I filled an empty pool  with dreams, now ready to dive.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  26/M/Zimbabwe
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