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Nov 2011
stop me if you've heard this one before.
actually, don't. don't stop me at all.
let me fall. let me slide down from
my lofty position in my own ego
let me be a common beggar to
my own self. I'm sick of my own
need to be superior or elevated.
let the mountain of myself topple
into the great abyss below.
in it's place, help me build a
massive tower to you. I'll haul
up all my humbleness and respect,
my love and my gratitude.
let that stand instead.
I'll just be at the bottom,
casually smoking a cigarette
and waiting for you to notice.
Chris Ott
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