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Jun 2021
So im crazy.
So what?
What does it do?
Does it give?
Does it love?
Does it peel the skin back to show what the world is made of?
Will it turn the inside of your skull into a sisteen chapel?
Or convince your mother
that you have what it takes?
Will it feed the hungry?
Or steal from the rich?
Or will it talk about itself long enough
to convince itself that one of them thinks itll teach them something invisible, save them from the idea of death, put flowers in their mind, growing until they dont notice one of em growing out of the space of dirt that used to be the paint covered chamber walls of the inside of their skulls.
Written by
mike
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