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My TrapezeIt is not attention that I want / Nor attention that I crave / Disdain and pain are not to blame
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Jun 1, 2010
On My Own ScaleTell me I’m brilliant / For the fibers and threads of my mind have recently tattered themselves / Leaving an array of unfinished thoughts and suppressed emotion
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Jun 1, 2010
Pure HappinessI didn’t believe such a thing could be pure, because the word is so cluttered in itself / Happiness is a cluttered word / It’s cluttered with misconceptions of its meaning: the distortion in between the perfectly round consonants and vowels
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Jun 1, 2010
Strong MedicineI want to create my own society / Forget the one that’s already there / The ideas on the pedestal of that society
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Jun 1, 2010
Why Am I Washing Off the Medicine?Why can’t I just have both? / Different flavors of the same dream, / Different fabrics with the same seam
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Jun 1, 2010
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