Saturday, February 8, 2014

Understand and Overstep

I'm not blind
Just blinded.
This blot, this mixture
A terrifying tincture
To all I know, all I am. 
But all of me is stuck on you
Like every dream 
You walked me through. 
This blot, this mixture;
Why won't it feel as wrong
As we knew it would. 

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