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Coconut ReggieShould my anticipation run and hide when the air so cold runs dry. My mind is a wonder in this ponder your hand feeds me. Some reason my heart says you're not a least bit overwhelmed, as I set myself up, but this I can't help to rely on free will and dwell. As I relate to the sun spots that reflect the conscious of hell we rebel, I sit back, trying to relax, staring through the tinted lens for time to pass. I reveal through the condensation, the eye of the drafty wind. / My mind wonders as I see the inevitable piercing reason for life bleed through the trees, quickly catch my eye. My heart races mystically to the beat of epilepsy as the hours surpass behind this sun glass. As I get to thinking, you remind me of the constellations breading, metaphorically speaking. The halo is gorgeous as your amber glows the Tuesday moon, bringing in a Wednesday revenge. I listen for a perfect circle to a perfect gratitude of the lust we all share in a wanted haunting spiraling into a Fibonacci themed sea. / Your strawberry kiss gathers a thesaurus of mood swings. It's heart carries a stone the size of the moon. Pity from far but a sight to see as the circle of life surrounds the familiar meaning of how much you mean to me. Only somehow, I find myself feeling like a LCD movie scene, Incomplete and all alone or like a childhood never ending story of love. Boring and make believe.

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Phish Out Of WaterThis is the ice breaker. / I am always new to a conversation, / years gone by as days slow down.

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EsotericDon't think too much - a word becomes a mystery. When you stare at a face you are / familiar with, you begin an unrecognized pattern of reality. Although, the face is a site to / see, a word is so meaningful but the difference is feeling. A word is a mess. A face is

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Phylicia's Opinions On KittensPersonal happiness applys a standard to move forward. / On a pessimistic note, as it sets a willful mind off track in fear of mistakes, / separation resets our procrastination entitled to self loath for regrets.

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Who am I KiddingSometimes when you get to that time in your life, where everything makes since, with out confusion... / You find that you have no friends, and you become this "man" who learns how to use the feeling of emptiness and how life is meant to understand how to be okay with that of which we were brought up. / To feel this man made view point of creating this thought process of originality, demands an equal kindred spirit of sharing the building blocks kids used to fight over.

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Time Consuming DaydreamI am running in circles from all these ups and downs. Ground uneven, jogging in place, gravity is the balance leading the first foot in. I keep moving where I originally began to begin. Now with every pair, running through these loops, each left turn wears the right shoe thin. All of this is to defend my time to let me win in the end from the first place. / My rainbow race track lost it's golden rails. I jumped as if on purpose, more like a trip from a bump in the road I missed at last minute. So, I ran for a feeling of power, as I read the same page for hours. This book in my head, this book of white flowers. This feeling of safety has these words stuck to me, more like a bruise that stings from falling. / Now, I may find a reason why, as I try. As I stretch my neck aside. No wonder I chase these clouds that run my life, as my shoulders raise high. I can't get down, no, I don't know how. A shrug of struggle...To redeem if this is a dream, you can always just pinch me. Babe, it's free...

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