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you are not an impostor **** those bastardly sons of ******* you are not an impostor i know that you curl your toes under your shoes hold your breath before you speak check your laces twice before you step out on tightrope 8 miles above ground when you swallow a sentence and chase it with whiskey trying not to choke on the sharp edges of “not enough” your stomach bile will vault through your esophagus in perfect lingual trapeze stick the landing with ease and say ta da say everything except what you need when you rise from your knees those itchy words will drop into the soul of your shoes with which you curl your toes hold your breath and check your laces twice before you remember that you are not an impostor in front of you are jesters and clowns and a circus of whistles, bells, and frozen sounds your shoes will grow three ******* sizes because a) the grinch ain’t got **** on you and b) you can do the Charlie Brown to space funk and see(c) that you have all the room in the world to move your feet tumble from your tight rope let the people around you string together bridges and safety nets go out to the carnival and win some bottle caps take the stuffed version of you from the prize rack and sleep well with it at night
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Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
you are not an impostor
you are not an impostor **** those bastardly sons of ******* you are not an impostor i know that you curl your toes under your shoes hold your breath before you speak check your laces twice before you step out on tightrope 8 miles above ground when you swallow a sentence and chase it with whiskey trying not to choke on the sharp edges of “not enough” your stomach bile will vault through your esophagus in perfect lingual trapeze stick the landing with ease and say ta da say everything except what you need when you rise from your knees those itchy words will drop into the soul of your shoes with which you curl your toes hold your breath and check your laces twice before you remember that you are not an impostor in front of you are jesters and clowns and a circus of whistles, bells, and frozen sounds your shoes will grow three ******* sizes because a) the grinch ain’t got **** on you and b) you can do the Charlie Brown to space funk and see(c) that you have all the room in the world to move your feet tumble from your tight rope let the people around you string together bridges and safety nets go out to the carnival and win some bottle caps take the stuffed version of you from the prize rack and sleep well with it at night
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Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
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