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May 2019
theres distance
distortion
and I cant get my thoughts in order
thats comfort, mind contortion
sort of boredom
as I saway my head the music picks it uup and
up and dow and up
my arms a-reachin for the keys and speak easy through my fingers typing slowly nice typeface in line with my mind that races ah snails pace
how can confusion be a crime whn all there is is wasted time
S
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