by Arcassin Burnham
using a bunch of of words with prefixes,
i know i' blowing your minds,
i'm finding sense in progress,
from a quarter to a nickel to a dime,
far away from here,
trying to do work in a school full of fakes,
i should have stayed home,
for as long as it takes,
ready for the feelings to ignite,
and turn to flames,
ignore all situations,
but i need something to blame,
did you even notice?
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
using a bunch of of words with prefixes,
i know i' blowing your minds,
i'm finding sense in progress,
from a quarter to a nickel to a dime,
far away from here,
trying to do work in a school full of fakes,
i should have stayed home,
for as long as it takes,
ready for the feelings to ignite,
and turn to flames,
ignore all situations,
but i need something to blame,
did you even notice?
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