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Nov 2018
little boxes
surrounded by crosses
good intentions
surrounded by yourself

people pour,
in they go,
do good do good
come out,
all the same.

i am one there
become all the same
weak now, I wonder
indifference is my game
i have gone there

canΒ΄t find an end
neither a beginning
my mind been bent
stones against a wall Β΄flinging.

drained, cant be blamed
realised too late,
wanted myself framed.

spinning in and out,
forever turning
been looking for years now
seen nothing so far

But the images inside keep flashing
keep making me thirst for it
i want it all for ever
this greed for more,
made a madman for the past

burnt the map to the well
dont need it, i have my own cell
thieves drink my crystalline water,
been accused of manslaughter
hard to be victim and doer
clear water long down the sewer

Burn down my house,
**** my friends,
worship my self

so hard to handle
throw myself out
forget my loveliest colour
poison it with saliva

I am being marched into a dead end
by an army of me

where can I find somebody?
where can I find myself?
to blame it all on
Maximilian Stein
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Maximilian Stein
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