like the heads of the hydra
romove one sense to strengthen the survived
so i will send you an ode along with my eyes
and sit in the dark awaiting your reply
come to me so i may not listen
for before you arive i will have beatean my ear drums out of commision
let me feel your voice
touch your words
and hold your intentions
alas i did not see the back of your head
nor hear the door open or close
but smelt the odoar of deception
and so bitter is the taste of loneliness
i plug my nose and swallowed my tounge
like the heads of a hydra remove one
and strengthen those that survive
and so with all my being i felt pain.
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