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Insane Love

The other day I was thinking
circling about and thoughts divide
my mind is like a tractor
digs a hole in one part
 
but clogs the other side
 
I find it easy to laugh
ramble, fuss, fuze and create
but some how manage
to clutter my ideas and sights
 
and relatively, always be late
 
My thoughts are pure– free of bad
except the fact that they are crazy
filled with stenches and colored holes
sometime ago a dead body scent; rot
 
Yet I always prefered the smell of daisy
 
I speak too often..To myself
with unclear words, everything unwinds
the dominating sunset, the divne moon
In my mind spoken with rhyme
 
Gallactical gas that shines through time
 
Yes It is odd, I know
I understand my brain is blue..
pearl, carnation, red, and white
but strange as is, too
 
It only happens when I think of you

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