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My Looking Glass
Never knew a care like that existed.
To care enough to deprive oneself of sanity, I never knew.
I never knew a fondness so strong its connection breathed life in dry bones with lost souls.
It can see through without eyes and hear without ears because it understands what's real, huh I never knew.
I never knew a hope as potent as this. It lives amongst the dying and smiles, encouraging what was lost to be found. A hope that embraces the weak and brings structure to an amoeba, I never knew.
I I never knew a touch-less orgasm before you.
No one ever told me to value what was true and genuine. See I live in a world that's counterfeit, it forges reality to fit on a silver screen giving idiots dreams. I live in a world that would rather set you on fire and you tube you stop, drop and rolling before educating our youth.
I live in, hell we live in a country that focuses on building a penitentiary than rebuilding a family, so NO I never knew.
I never knew a kiss so sweet, or a look so deep it causes this heart to sink. I thought I had grown numb to it all. Dead bodies exist in dry walls, toe tags and cops called, sirens blaring hitting the house floor doing roll call.
How was I supposed to know you were not a hallucination but a gift from God bringing me jubilation. I'm sorry boo, I honestly, truly sincerely never knew.