“Uncool”
Heart is a big mouth.
You’ll feel the same and believe others are different.
It’s hidden under blood, sweat, and tears.
People have come in the flesh without seeing yours.
My talk here can be irrational.
We feel intimidated from unknowing.
Knowledge becomes chaotic.
Someone just had to spill the beans and lie.
Opinions are centered under ignorance.
I write this page by removing extra study.
The public fears its own work near a vacuum upon us.
Waste taken for innocence is shameful.
Feelings get varied on the same level.
We consume our hunger and wish for it to be left.
An extreme is given further names.
Masks go around in a vicious circle.
Circles come in more shapes and sizes of reflection.
I get scared when I no longer see myself in a mirror.
The human mind is flesh in both ways.
Personality spins us out of control.
Opening is closing from opening within closing.
An entrance eventually leaves a broken door.
What happens to an invisible hole?
Humanity stares into blindness.
My blinds are seen without touch.
A touch keeps me numb.
Loss involves the expansion of absence.
The heart is too soft and it gets hard.
We dream of extracurricular sleep, we learn of disappearance.
Expansion shifts in lost gears.
A singular point may blow up and down.
Vision is gone by missing links.
Beauty transforms away from itself.
Fingers soon turn less real.
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