I am the creature with one hundred eyes Colorful yet blind Hungry and trite Pulling quotes from outside I am rising to the tides Listening to music from those who long ago died
I am Tongue tied Pulling verses from deep inside Covering my inhibitions Those which urged my insight I am ready to go out with the tide That final lustrous tide With which, I bid thee goodbye
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