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The Chinese wall Stained with teacup & wandering Chatter and white texture Of table and screen in eye flashing A personal ideal You and your entitled insomnia Making blonde dogs hurt for a summer Or a saxophone Me and my twelve hour staircase speech Aiding a circus Or a bleeding taxicab Way of thinking about a moon Full of dental light It doesn't need to be a dreadful Sadness alone on this street I can be a child too The symposium of fastened Yellow sounds Being sent by radio tower to The head of a gated individual who hasn't sung something fresh in far too long & quite frankly The ones who wear ***** dresses have had enough! Enough of totalitarianism And the debate of a sidewalk under fire &prayer; the seat of a desolate minstrel Who can believe in your Fantastical idols?? Not the airport who's burning fur hat Lifts a feather to the Palace of night And ..... Now We expect burdened coronations Or the theater to put on A clatter of Simplicity I have no wide stepping The alarm has rung for the strange ostrich One may attempt to love absolutely Renouncement finds pleasure in Renouncing itself
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Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
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The Chinese wall Stained with teacup & wandering Chatter and white texture Of table and screen in eye flashing A personal ideal You and your entitled insomnia Making blonde dogs hurt for a summer Or a saxophone Me and my twelve hour staircase speech Aiding a circus Or a bleeding taxicab Way of thinking about a moon Full of dental light It doesn't need to be a dreadful Sadness alone on this street I can be a child too The symposium of fastened Yellow sounds Being sent by radio tower to The head of a gated individual who hasn't sung something fresh in far too long & quite frankly The ones who wear ***** dresses have had enough! Enough of totalitarianism And the debate of a sidewalk under fire &prayer; the seat of a desolate minstrel Who can believe in your Fantastical idols?? Not the airport who's burning fur hat Lifts a feather to the Palace of night And ..... Now We expect burdened coronations Or the theater to put on A clatter of Simplicity I have no wide stepping The alarm has rung for the strange ostrich One may attempt to love absolutely Renouncement finds pleasure in Renouncing itself
New York,2017
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Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
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