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My house is mystic My house is a monastery I dig on its tiles And oh I find secrets I find secrets.

Applause to my depression Circular neurotic thoughts That write all the poetry for me All I have is just sit And let the guy do the work.

I have a lot of troubles nowdays They roam in repetitive patterns And suckle me up I used to chuckle once in a while To a song A dog A fairy t..

To flinch How familiar I am with it How well I know it At home At love At work To become a sea shell That never ever talks to anyone For any..

I loved you yesterday And you are a stranger to me today I would not know what to say to you if I met you.

My brain likes movies It is a television The channels are my boyfriend I got a glimpse of him when he was drunk on the street at night Surprised a..

Sometimes you wished you knew a lot But then What about making a discovery And writing poetry while you do it How much would be lost If I knew ..

What happens when your brain throws coctails at you Every thing comes bland Every scenario comes with a bad ending You just got a bad word for ever..

I think about you all the time Loving Exploring this creature I wonder Since you occupy so much of my hours these days. What did I think about w..

An ant with a broken leg In an ants colony I am tired today