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What I Know I Don't Know!

What I Know I Don't Know!

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My bestowal is in abeyance,

As of the malice of sapiens. 


Fairly local souls 

Strangling your sleep,

Night is fleeting 

Down through the glee. 


Sirens, whining far from the castle,

Still those dots rage and wage like little parades. 


Inns still have that fortune and 

All those oceans eyed barmaids. 


Can you read those detached strings! 

If not, feel it in your heart.

Pour it like the rain,

In the vanity of Christmas. 


Three lights are lit, 

Fourth envies haze;

Like the gloomy maze. 


Fearing or tearing down the entropy. 

Disorder or chaos 

What can you call it?

Feel it!

Surreal breeze 

Freeze 

You, even or odd. 


Jesus wasn't a God. 


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