i stand here facing north watching the horizon bend which only in my freakish world does it and the highest zenith blend unplug the television watch the final blip of light as it turns into a single line and you'll behold my muffled sight this is my world they tell me that i'm blind but i see more than you, friend through the cosmic window in my mind you see but yet you don't you overestimate my weakness i radiate light from this hollow shell while you wallow in visual bleakness when you're near, i smell you when you tiptoe, your steps i hear i know you're ripe when i taste you i sense your sadness in a tear watch me dance, and know i'm happy hear me sing, be sure i'm content just pluck out your eyes, my friend i promise you'll see what i meant so close your eyes with me one time hear our hearts beat a common song and sing with me, we'll all be happy you'll see it was you who was so wrong i'm blind? hah! you never knew! a freak, am i? it's all black and white. for it was you, friend, that was blind. and me who had the gift of sight.
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