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Sep 2016
Heart attacks in the living room,
I don't know where to go
but sit in the tub, lights off

I work out ideas of ideas

Some muse in hand
I don't believe in, I have
Wants, "go to the hills"-I'm there-
and grasslands I haven't seen
                [More work]
Like some words I'm not fit to wear
                [Fill in]
And the people who are interesting
Are dying, or shown in true light.

"I'll be like you someday"
but I actually hope not
I hope I may render my darkness
from some true light.

Lying in the tub.
Lying in the tub
Written by
The Green Swine
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