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Jul 2013
When everything that's tangible distracts your lonely head
And weaves you like a tapestry on someone else's thread
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You'll find that the embroidery will never seem to match
Designs that were original, the bias is the catch
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What was in the distance transformed when you got close
And yet you tried to view it as something less morose
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Possessive with your senses, especially your sight
You caught the kind of blindness that gives itself the right
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To walk around the edges, periphery askew
And look to aberrations to tell you what to do
Olga Valerevna
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Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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