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You or I could be lepers. Or hideously deformed. If we are it shouldn't matter. Photography, mixed up and twisted. Reborn. Pictures misted. Just who are you chatting to today? Mentally. physically. internet voices. Distorted. Misinformed choices. Maybe just genuine liars, Getting kicks. Turning tricks Preying on others. Taking the biscuit. You could be an angel Or one who follows you on cycle paths, (PSYCHOPATHS) Mental health issues falling out off your ears. No problem with mental health issues. Been there. Done it. Or better still put them onto your paper. Best place to put them. If you ask me. Maybe a sliver of communion wafer. Selling religion for half a crown. Maybe half a silver dollar. Ripping you off. While doffing his hat. Pretending to be, What you can't see. Words of naïveté. From she who is down. Unless you really know the one on the screen. Be ever so careful and I'm not being mean. (c) Livvi MMCV
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
INTERNET CONVERSATIONS, INTERNET FRIENDS?
You or I could be lepers. Or hideously deformed. If we are it shouldn't matter. Photography, mixed up and twisted. Reborn. Pictures misted. Just who are you chatting to today? Mentally. physically. internet voices. Distorted. Misinformed choices. Maybe just genuine liars, Getting kicks. Turning tricks Preying on others. Taking the biscuit. You could be an angel Or one who follows you on cycle paths, (PSYCHOPATHS) Mental health issues falling out off your ears. No problem with mental health issues. Been there. Done it. Or better still put them onto your paper. Best place to put them. If you ask me. Maybe a sliver of communion wafer. Selling religion for half a crown. Maybe half a silver dollar. Ripping you off. While doffing his hat. Pretending to be, What you can't see. Words of naïveté. From she who is down. Unless you really know the one on the screen. Be ever so careful and I'm not being mean. (c) Livvi MMCV
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
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