Anarchistic potents
Thrill my mind
Glittering illusions
Install on my eyes
Frankness instills my mind
Gems of truth
Fall from my mouth
And buzzing fears
Pass through my hands.
My hearing is sound
Yet I cannot hear love, death, or sighs
Sighs
Sigh.
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