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Teleidoscope vision,
fractured in image;
see things all ways,
but split up and twisted,
complete disarray —
is there something I’m missing?
The point. My purpose.
I’m one in a million.
I’m worthless
and perfect —
A hero and villian;
Each person sees different,
pieces their pieces,
to form wiggly pictures.
And so the message,
all you know is
your perception.
About the Creator
jl wood
I write fiction I've been scared to post, and poems I spam everywhere.

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