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Cut my hair with a kitchen knife,
hewas a blindfolded visionary.
Everything and nothing
was going on in his precious head,
overfed on ;
Chemicals and conversation
A speeding train without a station
Crashed at my event-horizon
Feeling for the switch to turn his eyes on.
And in the news,
they have to say he is a
blinfolded visionary.
I scrape the clouds
of rouge from his face
and he's white as noise.

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