9.3.11

you wouldn't drink if you could fill others' glasses

i'm without brain, i'm within heart
i'm blind, I hear the pictures bleed
you wouldn't think if you could feel
I wouldn't write words if I could talk

some are light, some are dark,
the only ones inbetween
are children and old people whose
roots haven't been fixed
or begins to drop from its mark

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