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They'd tell you to worship the mannequins which march mechanically like marionettes making their way towards the main stage But you've always been able to tell Gods from false Idols you fill these empty halls with your electric electives while I watch you chase away the pigeons just to see them fly you said to me once *you're too boring who wants to be bored?* this creature of habit habitually picking up bad habits like you. I lay in bed all morning writing my poems I am a raconteur you live the words my hopeless anti-heroine protagonist antagonizing the ink from this pen and no matter what happens I'm happy to have had my brief moment of observation
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
My Brief Moment of Observation
They'd tell you to worship the mannequins which march mechanically like marionettes making their way towards the main stage But you've always been able to tell Gods from false Idols you fill these empty halls with your electric electives while I watch you chase away the pigeons just to see them fly you said to me once *you're too boring who wants to be bored?* this creature of habit habitually picking up bad habits like you. I lay in bed all morning writing my poems I am a raconteur you live the words my hopeless anti-heroine protagonist antagonizing the ink from this pen and no matter what happens I'm happy to have had my brief moment of observation
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
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