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anywhere but here.
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faithinthelonggrass
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traindelay.
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Freedom rings twice from the bell tower
Crustacean click their pincers in unison in response to griot to attempt to expose their foes open weakness
Goliath called David all ego
Naught but see through
David claimed Goliath was all feeble and proved lethal with meager tools
Develops attributes of pertinent substance when them fools start drooling at the foot of the mermaid's pool
You can help me plan the escape on the same day my faulty halo finds a proper placement to remain lit regardless of the wiring
Pull my carcass from the coffin and place the bear upon the stoop
Upload my stagnant observations of the World Below to the Land Above so mother brain can filter blasphemy from truth
Doves carry all our protected information from the gurney where you gather patients who gather grace and patience to the station where they meet their maker and you can catch me in the parking lot setting fire to the car's of the deceased
The smoke plumes smell Rust and grease as they reach to express deep into the furthest reaches that exactly how much love you share is exactly how much you get to keep
And the reaper sneaks with cursed gold meant to feed you bad luck in your sleep
Greedy-Pete's and 50 winks
5-Finger Discount your eternal comfortable furnishings and labeled each accomplishment you struggled for a loathsome burdening
Your clandestine magma-heated passion
Takes action faster than you can fathom
Trust in the rubble that births troublesome giants with ease and satisfaction
Bound by malpractice to the attraction of a fast dollar
Watch your forefather's moneybags overflow with laughter
They see my simple being and scoff
I steal their fortunes Penny by penny for a dayjob
When the rain stops I'll disappear into the aftermist and transcend into masturbatory act of always only wanting bliss while progress remains stagnant
Wipe off your mess with a napkin
Get dressed and take action
Make tracks kid
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pissstained.toiletseat
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left my book open.
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no reflection.
01:48
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Slit the throat of the jazz poet and watch his words pour out
God bless the holy mother of style
Foraging for something better
Tear past my flesh
Change remains absent in your motion
Pay me in water not money
I never learnt how to fall when I learnt how to walk so the first time I did I killed myself..
You must declare that body at the door
Half naked truth laid out on the floor
Ease it in slowly
There is nothing but dirt here
Procreate stability, abandon health and begin to drift
Pipe dreams of dietys
One sided conversation with divinity
Met with no reply but to occupy the silence is pivotal.
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eightcans
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sobermood
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Fallen warrior found in the heat
Their sheathed slanted battle axe planted by a cactus seed
Bred a desert bottom feeder’s Aquafina-greed with the taste of honey on the lips of a No-Man’s Land
Belly up from the 20-foot drop in vital nutrients
Every chest addressed with a symbolic horcrux
We don’t just trust a stranger’s love
You gotta earn that reciprocity
40 clicks outside of proper proximity but a 6-inch punch thrust a hole through your extremities
Shoryuken that fist to chin connection interdependent on your “Playing God”-complex
Button mash until these societal systems crash
Trash the whole console and learn to roll Lady Luck on her double-sixes
All fours for a fuck and revival of that passion plucked ripe off the fruit-tree
(I think it’s beginning to rain)
I rang the forgiveness bell and felt myself unburdened
Rise from the Lumina Cloth of war and data searching
Defined by the invaders of my family’s space as some kinda funky urchin
Living grey and undiscerned
Too many teachers Quirrell with their lazy lessons & two-faced dressin’
Hands shake with the fear of being called out for weak will and a drought where that cup o’ hearts should’ve runneth over
Shout curses lateral once your back’s passed
Strapped down to the boot straps
Jammed-trigger verbal guns giving automatic backlash and a 10-fold ribbon of grammar with more spark than Thor’s hammer
Eternal warlock pulled the pop’n lock
Spit a fair grip of helpful hope-filled potion on the day the door to your devil’s coffin dropped
See the crew jump in unison when the Goombas come
Genotype Goulash masterfully crafted to defeat the hidden final boss as a warm up
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pileofshit
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bloodcoveredteeth.
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