Zincas are Periwinkles
You held me up to see
A silver screen
Of what I couldn’t be.
The lines they gleamed
And it couldn’t be –
A portrayed portrait
Of what you thought of me
Your image altering reality ,
or At least My concrete blink
of what I think of me
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All experience is led by mind right, so let ’em experience the “good stuff” give ’em a show and let ’em make some false gods that’sounds my two cents right tcheer
Fuck that heartless person and the film she made.
Sad, really.