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these two hands, small, stubby, nonetheless, invite you to come aboard, all, the unselected all, the unprotected the pretenders, outsiders, hallway cool, self-collected, girls who wear dresses, boys who write in diaries, Camus, Sartre hangers-on, never-removed sunglasses wearers, 24/7 trip time, comb your eyes, system cleansing, you, self-affected, you, self-selected you, step away from the gallows, get down from the scaffold come to, for you, to get collected, the unaffected, the undirected, road trip to the unexpected, place where the disconnection is disconnected, where the unexpected, that's you, expected I know you well I know you all you are my desirables, my touched untouchables, wilderness voices, no longer crying, bound for greatness from hands to pockets, my chosen ones, now my protected No more unhappy birthday parties that no one comes too no need to pretend, sell love, to the takers of advantage, now on you breathe in an atmosphere I've collected, 100% exhaled relief breaths, purelled oxygen, fresh start air no more disaffected, now fuel injected, now that you are in and among the touched, carried, the affected, the every poem read...
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
The Disaffected
these two hands, small, stubby, nonetheless, invite you to come aboard, all, the unselected all, the unprotected the pretenders, outsiders, hallway cool, self-collected, girls who wear dresses, boys who write in diaries, Camus, Sartre hangers-on, never-removed sunglasses wearers, 24/7 trip time, comb your eyes, system cleansing, you, self-affected, you, self-selected you, step away from the gallows, get down from the scaffold come to, for you, to get collected, the unaffected, the undirected, road trip to the unexpected, place where the disconnection is disconnected, where the unexpected, that's you, expected I know you well I know you all you are my desirables, my touched untouchables, wilderness voices, no longer crying, bound for greatness from hands to pockets, my chosen ones, now my protected No more unhappy birthday parties that no one comes too no need to pretend, sell love, to the takers of advantage, now on you breathe in an atmosphere I've collected, 100% exhaled relief breaths, purelled oxygen, fresh start air no more disaffected, now fuel injected, now that you are in and among the touched, carried, the affected, the every poem read...
nat-lipstadt
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nat-lipstadt
99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
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