Mr. Nine

No title.Eyes A criminal glance Tearing through skin Piercing soul A merciless grasp StranglingNo title.
My mind Armor encased Impenetrable to incrimination Superior. This “thing” Beheld by your eyes Loved Faithful Prideful Your naïve mind can’t comprehend my speech
Beautiful
Truthful Blooming Like a baby being born A boy maturing into a man Your words
Are vapid A vacant house Purposeless Groundless The ceaseless doublespeak It’s weak It’s disgusting As I am drowned in your  
Faith
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I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
How goes it for you?
Ever.
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I'm happy.
I'm happy.
Keep saying I'm happy.
It's my pleasure, you seem a very talented photographer.
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"Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything. "
I had to say it.
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