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we pick at the healing tissue and it starts to bleed just when the wounds were beginning to heal we then go back in time it starts us on yet another harrowing journey of body spirit & mind we try so hard to read between the lines that blur the harder we try, blending what can only be seen through unfiltered eyes (scales removed to see the only Light that can truly make manifest) all we can do is smooth out the edges and touch-up unclear vision with our patented Photoshop Human Sheen thinking we can reveal what is holy in the spiritually null & void obscene we have learned to incorporate what order we make of chaos into a well-oiled smooth-running Rhetoric Machine made from blueprints of someone else’s self-ordained dream
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Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 1:49 PM UTC
Slipping Back
we pick at the healing tissue and it starts to bleed just when the wounds were beginning to heal we then go back in time it starts us on yet another harrowing journey of body spirit & mind we try so hard to read between the lines that blur the harder we try, blending what can only be seen through unfiltered eyes (scales removed to see the only Light that can truly make manifest) all we can do is smooth out the edges and touch-up unclear vision with our patented Photoshop Human Sheen thinking we can reveal what is holy in the spiritually null & void obscene we have learned to incorporate what order we make of chaos into a well-oiled smooth-running Rhetoric Machine made from blueprints of someone else’s self-ordained dream
DanielTucker
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Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 1:49 PM UTC
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