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cognition
I know
  you
   my
    prince;
you breathe with
meloncholy air
let
  thick sighs
  crush
    silence
 and tears
water
  petal lips
with soft
  rain.

You
 tell me Valiantly
the words of
   worlds
which
    haunt your
psyche

and I don't mind,
a ghost or two.

I've spent
   many thoughts
on candle
     shadow
       visions
on only
     spectres
on you
     my
      prince.

I twist the words
  turn the tides
  flip the side
     from A to B,
melt the others into
     me,
I can only see,
   what's not in front
of me,
   climb the shelves
for the highest
   can of worms,
that's what I do.

I can surf on
  jello,
     I swear it,
you can't say I'm yellowed,
only slightly warped.

I burn the candle
   for the wick
   shake you for 
 your pennies,
you could call me
  sick
you could call me
  funny
I would 
  turn my cheek
   to you,
   as a
 whore who turns
  a trick.

I can surf on jello,
   I swear it,
you can't say I'm yellowed,
only slightly warped.

I think one or two
    then choose
    the bruise of
    niether
live within the ether
of a conscience
    quite confused.
that's what I do

I twist the
 world,
 to turn the tides
flip the sides from B to A
hopefully
   you'll play my game
I think, I may be sane
 silly little me.
that's what I do.
 it's what I do,
 I do.