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Jan 2016
make the thespian word blood
into thought,
and you will make all thespian
trickery of conveying
a tsunami of images by simply
stressing words into a blind-spot
an outlasting loss by the simply seen alphabet;                        .
for even the lowest of all vampires said:
all the thespian said was true -
your thirst for human thought will
be un-satiated akin to the vampiric thirst for blood;
oh the liars are worthy spies where
two are kin opposing and neither are left
concluding a victorious identity they held to worth
by engaging in opposition.
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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