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THE M WORD

the m word

 

 

Misunderstood misfit making my way to next monday morning, minute by minute. Many may call it the mainstream kind of life. My mind maybe misleading, maybe only to myself. Mauve colors in meadows make me mesmerized. Mind over matter, boredom melting away. Made up make belive, make up with me. Mistakes being made, measure up Misfire...misery make it meet you. You might think it is modest.          Mute minute......I'll still take it.         Mirror-----              Miraculous mistake made mother. May I make a toast to your magnificent majestic miny me. Magnify meaningful memeries in the membrane    

 

Mighty all Mighty monument...I'm the monalisa.

 

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May 13, 2010
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(c) 2007 Performed in the Pink Lace Sofa Play

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