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[catrobbinson]

doodle flowers

grasp sanity with white knuckles
this person inside tells me what to think
anarchist of my own reality
peaceful clouds above my head
fly within cotton, with eyes shut tight
wrinkles surround glorious perception
ghostly colors of the haunted mind
will you listen to the silence now?
parched lips of lemon tongue and marshmallow teeth
bite down hard to taste the sweet
going deaf inside my heart
going blind inside my brain
eroded bones inside my hands
"wake up" she says
wake the young