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Apr 2021
Once I take everything
out of my head
the world's put between
me and my own smell
the world's put between
me and my own smile

then I can see you clear

I know
we need such stories
to explain the game
so we know how to play

it's just
we forget our stories
are stories
we forget our games
are games
we forget other players
are us playing

listen I'm serious
my way is the way
it's no game
you better
watch
what you say
it's just you
that's on your
imaginary way
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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