blindfolded eyes
turn
and smirk
at my character
and i am not
unseen
covered ears
mistake
my joyful music
for sorrow
but i am not
unheard
still tongues
question
the concepts of
my beloved destiny
few things go
unspoken
perfect amnesia
robs my body
of soul and sound
mind
yet i am far from
unthinking. |
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