I Will Starve You, Mind
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Mihaela Pirjol
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I will starve you, Mind, from chaotic thoughts
Until you're cleansed crystal-clear, and purified;
And from my Heart shall spring my words,
Where there's no confusion, doubt un-clarified.
A self-confused antagonist is your neuronal web,
Too wide and wild you correlate associations:
Your blindness, sufferance to Heart it brings,
When Love's irrational in your connections.
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