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Homage to my Thoughts

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Webs of knowledge spin in black
dreams of fiction never lack
lust and hate, constant scheming
seeing daydreams that have no meaning

my thoughts are my own
changing as i have grown
twisting and crumpling seams
morphing with what I have seen

thoughts that are free and always change
growing and growing with infinite range
my thoughts are my eyes through them I see
everyone has thoughts but my thoughts define me





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