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Tattered painter's whites; The torn paper of a hand-rolled cigarette; These are the possessions which should rip me up along with them Yet, it's lessened the grip In fact, I don't feel much; Save the relief of living in discomfort, which always beats the discomfort of living in dysfunction Especially when you know the dysfunction is rolled into function by your own hand By the very same hand which rolled that broken smoke; Yes, it's better to mess up your own ingestion than to infest the pleasantries of cleansing incandescence. So 'fess up when you set yourself up And don't set the rest up with bad luck It doesn't take too long to figure out your mess-ups. After just a few seconds, I inspect; finding rest in the resonance behind this lesson which is not less-than. Let's then shape this paper back together, And together find the shape that could never be painted on tattered white paper
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Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
Rest in the Resonance
Tattered painter's whites; The torn paper of a hand-rolled cigarette; These are the possessions which should rip me up along with them Yet, it's lessened the grip In fact, I don't feel much; Save the relief of living in discomfort, which always beats the discomfort of living in dysfunction Especially when you know the dysfunction is rolled into function by your own hand By the very same hand which rolled that broken smoke; Yes, it's better to mess up your own ingestion than to infest the pleasantries of cleansing incandescence. So 'fess up when you set yourself up And don't set the rest up with bad luck It doesn't take too long to figure out your mess-ups. After just a few seconds, I inspect; finding rest in the resonance behind this lesson which is not less-than. Let's then shape this paper back together, And together find the shape that could never be painted on tattered white paper
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Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
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