The square spinning backwards,
As in right to left,
Drowned out by the voices,
Sanity is the point of theft.
Piercing individually,
Vehemently as a crowd,
As kisses go and winter blows,
They speak up as proud.
But noiseless is the outside world,
Not a sound is heard,
A million miles a minute my mind,
Exterior behavior is absurd.
Subconscious can't be made out,
As lucidity suffocates,
And tongues shout out different perspective opinions,
And leave my marbles at the gate.
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