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Cut-out


I am a cut-out in her hands


I’m a piece of blank paper, fallen in the sand


Beauty is fractured here, silent.


All the images I see are tricks of the brain
I close my eyes to cut out the visions but
It remains the same am I insane when I repeatedly
Visualize and act out the same things but when
All is left will I cut out that part of the
Brain


Ansanity it seems,
Has become the premise of all my dreams


Got off me remove this vision I'm the only one to see because you are all in my head

Comments1

  • Aislinn Wilson

    This is splendid and so fresh!



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