Is to not feel
To not to touch
Is to not be real
To not think
Is to not question
And to not reason
Is to not mention
Think about it.
This strange poem happened when I was sleep deprived, a long time a go when I was much, much younger.
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Is to not feel To not to touch Is to not be real To not think Is to not question And to not reason Is to not mention Think about it. This strange poem happened when I was sleep deprived, a long time a go when I was much, much younger. |
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