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there is a lot on my mind so much so that i end up rubbing my cheeks every second as if my thoughts are seeping out my pores I am caught in this place where people do not talk reduced to leashing me place to place, sit here sit there, expect me to obey no questions asked, dog but I have loads of questions the questions are pouring out soaking straight through my clothes i'm swollen with questions, filled to the brim If i had a hundred hands, a thousand hands, they'd all be raised all in your face, all strained, ready, how is this for compliance, how is this for crazy? am i crazy enough now? am i?
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Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 12:40 AM UTC
Leash in Question.
there is a lot on my mind so much so that i end up rubbing my cheeks every second as if my thoughts are seeping out my pores I am caught in this place where people do not talk reduced to leashing me place to place, sit here sit there, expect me to obey no questions asked, dog but I have loads of questions the questions are pouring out soaking straight through my clothes i'm swollen with questions, filled to the brim If i had a hundred hands, a thousand hands, they'd all be raised all in your face, all strained, ready, how is this for compliance, how is this for crazy? am i crazy enough now? am i?
(c) Brooke Otto
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Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 12:40 AM UTC
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