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| Silence Unwrapped I sit in rapt silence, awaiting your next streak of genius, all wrapped up in your joke of feelings. And you speak of genius, and smoke of genus Cannabis (family sativa). I sit in untapped violence, awaiting my next streak of Venus, all wrapped up in my hope of meanings, And I speak of Venus, and choke on genus Confusion (family illusion). Venus likes to stroke my ego, letting go of my self-illusions. If I sit too long in rapt silence will untapped violence surface? Her face flirts with me, taunting my hope of meanings to believe your joke of feelings... but who's really laughing? Is it my ever-returning, churning, self-illusions that cause confusion between your joke of feelings and my hope of meanings? Is it really your hope of feelings and my joke of meanings? |
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