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Community center laughter Raising its false-eerie falsetto To a decibel that unlocks Fantasies of vomits Why didn't I bring a flask? I'm owner to the darkest mind in the room But I can describe beauty with Tears and heart Are you too chickenshit?! Too committed now to your own death Of small talk, small words, and small ideas I'm surrounded by slow moving train wrecks My God, I need to get outside and find a flower
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
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Community center laughter Raising its false-eerie falsetto To a decibel that unlocks Fantasies of vomits Why didn't I bring a flask? I'm owner to the darkest mind in the room But I can describe beauty with Tears and heart Are you too chickenshit?! Too committed now to your own death Of small talk, small words, and small ideas I'm surrounded by slow moving train wrecks My God, I need to get outside and find a flower
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
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