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just a little something
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Karin, I haven't beencompletely honest with you.With dice for my teeth,I gamble on every word.Come to meonce your done drying.You, ghost on the clothe..
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In lyrical prose form.
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I wrote a piece just before this that got deleted. I felt like a piece of me died. So I wrote this.
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In the hour I will becounting off seconds like the leaves.Setting fire by the very sight, my eyesburned with beauty in angry light.Its not as thoughI ..
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The afterlife, but only on the brink of it.
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Patterns through generations, concept of "grandfathering".
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"Can't complain about the day today.I was caught cabbing on the way,away from never-ending yesterdays.Don't delay,my problems needn't stay,anyways...T..
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Spinning off the psilocybin into angel tangentsin every angled aspect,I narrowly escape.Getting ballsy on my birthday, putting out that flame,in spite..
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A little stuffy today.
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