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o everlasting talker
the auto suggestion of thought from the spirit
the lens through which i see the world
quiet your mind o noisy one
all the ifs, all the maybes
brought to dissolution in this moment
your rejection of the present is your pain
nothing else contributes but you
breathe sweet air, let the mind exhale
all the intoxication suffocates the voices
take a chair to the compound and stare at the stars
let your eye happily deceive you
my love, my smile, my breath, my frown
all hide in the secret place of your love
all mine to remember when my eye deceives me
let me see peace, let me feel the quiet.
By Asher Adanehi5
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o everlasting talker
the auto suggestion of thought from the spirit
the lens through which i see the world
quiet your mind o noisy one
all the ifs, all the maybes
brought to dissolution in this moment
your rejection of the present is your pain
nothing else contributes but you
breathe sweet air, let the mind exhale
all the intoxication suffocates the voices
take a chair to the compound and stare at the stars
let your eye happily deceive you
my love, my smile, my breath, my frown
all hide in the secret place of your love
all mine to remember when my eye deceives me
let me see peace, let me feel the quiet.