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I swallow seedsmade of the pauses you take.I'd ask you not to laughor if you'd take it back.I speak out thingsthat concern the family.I ask you what y..
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I'm dreading things,so I wont take you seriously.The clock grandfathered meI swallow every second, counting one, two, three...My hands sweat on seedst..
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Fictional, but inevitable.
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I am no better in a songand they're no better on the wall.Our tacky taste has been fine so far,frame by frame from homes.My legs wore meand you ignore..
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I need a good way to die.Is there a wrong way or anyone to tell you.No, I'll show you.Admit oneand then another.We make a movie and play each other.I ..
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When the black blanket pulls awayI'll be standing beautifully ashamed.I've got no real reason to praywhen everything is going my way.Holy blanket from..
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A constant reocurring selfconstructing local nightmareerradicated muscle twitches twisting at your ankles.The roots were wrecking through the brains m..
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Bright tones,my little lady hums in the car.Cell phones,that curb your appetite to knowevery little thing.Back seats,nobody needs to knowwhen you're a..
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When the city was replacedwith microscopic dreamswe were turning tables in a barif only to experiment.Quietly confused, youstarted writing thingsI was..
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Holidays piss me off sometimes, theres too much nostalgic expectation surrounding them that they cause more anxiety for me than anything.
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