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Jul 2014
Our brains.
Our lame brains.
Our almost-exactly-the-same brains.

Our tame (or insane),
Or left-out-in-the-rain brains,
With names and veins and emotions and pains:
Brains.

Our brains, full of stains,
Play games full of shame
The same way
That they say,
"Not today...

"This day's much too grey,
And I'd much rather stay
Locked away until May
I do say."

"In exchange,"
I exclaim,
"I will change the whole way
We see tomorrow, the past,
and today."
Written by
Matt Xyphoon  East Coast
(East Coast)   
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