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The eyes and the ears of nothing but something. / Blankets of crafty visuals run parallel with the sound track of the mind. / I bleed and so do you. / We all long for that knowing of truth. / It speeds away and is hidden by fear. / Sometimes I feel that I have broken it. / Other times I'm lost. / I will… sign in to read more »