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Filip Feb 2019
Glorious mind, speak to me,
Offer only the darkest desires
Haunting motives
Raunchy passions
Awful prayers
And murkful ideas.

Allow me not be certain
Of where to locate
Pure ideas and thoughts
We all dream of.

Stifle security
***** out our peace of mind
Refuse entrance to water,
Make room for blood.

As we further this

Humanistic inquiry

Into ourselves.
You ****.
I ****.
Ducks ****.
Okay, maybe not ducks...

But you,
Me
Him
Her
We...

****

Equally?

Maybe.

But that's not how it seems.

You know about your **** and I know about mine, and we each try to minimize the amount of our **** the other can find,  
without looking too hard,
At what the **** is, after all, we just know about it and keep it in.

But as we all have, I have thought hard and long. about what makes me **** and what I do wrong but the other day a thought came to stop looking at me, and think about other people, who are outwardly un-sucky.  

And I think if we look at one another when we need to look at ourselves,
when we're tossed, and paper thin,

We would each see each other trying really hard.
And we would forgive them,
by looking out-in.
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