The frequency of your posts don't make any sense to me.
Sheesh. It's almost like you make sense to me.
Written wrists slip across your wrists slit
Permitted to lists, sometimes insipid,
slitted inside my wrists.
Invisible wounds, seen by no one
except everyone with
Eyes to see and ears to hear.
Visions invisible to any natural eye to see.
Visible to every eye to see.
Sheesh, your eyes,
It's almost like I can see your eyes.
Frequencies can be a hard thing.
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