A sure-fire diamond,
Light sharp cornered .
Got me sat, little jack hornered.
Eating my cares away.
As I watch it’s gleam ,
Cut away at my
Eyes esteem.

Truth don’t seem to
Be what it mean.
I’m sure today.
So I’ll pack my eyes
And carry them away.

A blade staggered mind
Inward mimed.
Cut away each sensitive neuron,
Each day.
Images of actions romance,
Passion entranced;
In a parody way.

Truth today,
Isn’t what I’m
Into Anyway.
So, I pack my eyes
And walk away .

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