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My couch, Is death, And avoidance is a second language, Ask me do I speak it? Conjoined twins, Of misery and manipulation, No calls, Only cushions and customer's custom complaints, From tomorrow, The phone wont ring, So I'll stay down this road, Listening to headlines and headlights Sing, Moody music dwelling, Where the lies and shame met in between, Cut the cue, end the scene The stage has been rebuilt, We talked like teenagers, And you told me that I've changed, But the same, Still that same number, No more gap, But your smile still kills, Pain with palendromes, We were here before, And so again we, Our fighting saying goodnight, Street lamps in different cities, Static. I'm just fine, Playing my part, My mainstream maybe different, But Obsession has been overcame, By the rising tide of a smile, If the teleprompting signs shine through, Meanwhiles and meditations What can I do, Except hope I'm reading, The Right Script, The couch, It asks, Where have you been? I set down another, chip.
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
Then and Now: A Mishmash of Feelings and You Knows & Who Knows
My couch, Is death, And avoidance is a second language, Ask me do I speak it? Conjoined twins, Of misery and manipulation, No calls, Only cushions and customer's custom complaints, From tomorrow, The phone wont ring, So I'll stay down this road, Listening to headlines and headlights Sing, Moody music dwelling, Where the lies and shame met in between, Cut the cue, end the scene The stage has been rebuilt, We talked like teenagers, And you told me that I've changed, But the same, Still that same number, No more gap, But your smile still kills, Pain with palendromes, We were here before, And so again we, Our fighting saying goodnight, Street lamps in different cities, Static. I'm just fine, Playing my part, My mainstream maybe different, But Obsession has been overcame, By the rising tide of a smile, If the teleprompting signs shine through, Meanwhiles and meditations What can I do, Except hope I'm reading, The Right Script, The couch, It asks, Where have you been? I set down another, chip.
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
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