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Who Needs Explanation

As my lungs crinkle and deflate into themselves,

I'm reminded that breathing is easy

I just **** at it.

 

I hear Lou Dog bark- good dog- and hope he's still out there, biting pornstars because for sure, not all Rastafarian dogs go to heaven. The music's down here.

 

But you're just the most boring cliche with a pretty face.

And I'm still surprised you're on this side of the dirt.

What a conscience you have.

 

(Huh?)

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Written by
lauren-r
Published
Jul 3, 2016
Lines·Words
8·76
Notes

I forget which jar I left my brain in this week

Tags
#illness#sickness#disease#cynicism#conviction#sublime
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