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I had a dream of a dresser
where the dust had settled
as if it were a snowy field
a tribe of pearly white
wind-up C l A t T e R i N g teeth
danced around stirring up dust
one pulled out a cigarette
and began talking
"If you keep this up kid, it'll drive you to **** yourself."
"No, I would never, I could never, how could I even..."
"Give it another year." Those stammering pearls said.
And I did.
I am still alive, if you call this living.
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
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I had a dream of a dresser
where the dust had settled
as if it were a snowy field
a tribe of pearly white
wind-up C l A t T e R i N g teeth
danced around stirring up dust
one pulled out a cigarette
and began talking
"If you keep this up kid, it'll drive you to **** yourself."
"No, I would never, I could never, how could I even..."
"Give it another year." Those stammering pearls said.
And I did.
I am still alive, if you call this living.
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