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I’m split for time So, offhand, here, I tip tap a rhyme Dissecting and resembling This Frankenstein text Suffering, the ice of distance Flagging the pole of our love You’ve got a pull, no effort—enough! Cursing the hailstorm that rains from above And don’t get me started See, I’m hardly smarting Ice’s no price when you’re on thrice rejected Yes, that’s no success **** I’ve been there twice X neglected —I’d guess you’d call that my best So I turn from the possible Down fantasy lane Looking in the mirror at phantom me Knocking on reflections, does it even have a name? The ghost of the past made present with past pains I swear these stains won’t come out No matter how the tissue tears No matter the boxes emptied out Costco’s gonna need another round… I shout into the silent replication My reflected repetition Distended, this pretender’s a sinner Me? See, I’m a saint And there’s no role for mercy Hell, I’ll be thirsty when I’m thirty And a little birdy told me you’re sturdy So say hello to your pen-protector perfect nerd Let’s curve the interrogation Move on to you and I Because honestly I’ll lose if we get too far past “Hi.”
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC
Birds at Night Hit Walls
I’m split for time So, offhand, here, I tip tap a rhyme Dissecting and resembling This Frankenstein text Suffering, the ice of distance Flagging the pole of our love You’ve got a pull, no effort—enough! Cursing the hailstorm that rains from above And don’t get me started See, I’m hardly smarting Ice’s no price when you’re on thrice rejected Yes, that’s no success **** I’ve been there twice X neglected —I’d guess you’d call that my best So I turn from the possible Down fantasy lane Looking in the mirror at phantom me Knocking on reflections, does it even have a name? The ghost of the past made present with past pains I swear these stains won’t come out No matter how the tissue tears No matter the boxes emptied out Costco’s gonna need another round… I shout into the silent replication My reflected repetition Distended, this pretender’s a sinner Me? See, I’m a saint And there’s no role for mercy Hell, I’ll be thirsty when I’m thirty And a little birdy told me you’re sturdy So say hello to your pen-protector perfect nerd Let’s curve the interrogation Move on to you and I Because honestly I’ll lose if we get too far past “Hi.”
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22/U.S.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC
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