You’re not sure what’s going on
I’m not trying to make sense
You look and read
And it doesn’t make sense
Only in my head
And you aren’t in my head
I’m talking to you-
The reader
Yes, I’m talking to you
And sometimes
Things
Just don’t make sense
Or maybe you think that they do
Maybe
It looks like it does
And good for you
That it does
Make sense that is
In some way to you
‘Cause it doesen’t to me
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A butterfly flits by Under the bridge to hide And doesn't wish to tell exactly why Nerves unravel where they lie Let's not be fit to...
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Trying to decide if I'm going to color it traditionally or digitally. I might do a version of each.
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