Sensitive

I feel knives.
I feel pain.
I feel blood
And no gain.

I hear truths.
I hear lies.
I hear friends.
I hear spies.

I see love.
I see hate.
I see help.
I see bait.

I think black.
I think white.
I think wrong.
I think right.

I see grey.
I see lines.
I see space.
I see binds.

I know copies.
I know pastes.
I know cuts.
I know waste.

I see choice.
I see none.
I see paths.
I see one.

I see sky.
I feel ground.
I think lost.
I hear found.

I hear deaf.
I see blind.
I feel numb.
I know mine.

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