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A mute swan's song


Not trying to impress,

Only trying to express,

But i digress.

Ingest my ideas

Regress to a state

With no hate

Grate my brain to rid it of pain

I can't explain

O world refrain

From becoming sane.

Common knowledge of sanity

Is a misconstrued inequity

Segregating parts of the mind

Which I find

Binds intellect with creativity 

And obscurity with lament 

I implore competence

And in the event

That we are heaven sent

 

Well...fuck.

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