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Talk with myself.

Talk with myself.

With your thoughts, 
Up and high on the shelf.
Crossing the dots, 
Down and low on my skin. 
Naive, you seem.
Yet I see the sins. 
Whiskey in your bloodstream, 
That I've been sipping on. 
You scream my name, I do too. 
Flesh on flesh, infinite distance. 
You're mine because I'm you. 
Touch the same, same we are. 
We're the signs of cancer. 
Two voices, one body. 
I question, and I answer. 
Listen, all you do is listen. 
-U.J

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Dean Kuch

There's nothing wrong with talking to yourself. Hell, people do it all of the time.
You just don't want to answer yourself--that's when you know you're completely crrrrrrrrrrrazy!
I have to go now.
The voices inside my head don't like it when I interrupt them...
~Dean Kuch ?

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Umaima Junejo

Even the sane taste a little insanity sometimes.. 

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