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Psst Hey you With the skepticism shirt Pen and pad Sticking vulgarly  out of your pocket I'm you You're me Look at you With your baggage and your quizzical expression Turning over stones Have you gotten through all of them yet? Close-up of the eye It's clouded and blankly staring back from the mirror and ...Seems the windows to the soul need a cleaning, a polishing... Or perhaps the blinds are drawn? The void yawns and opens wide its maw Look at you Playing with your positions But even your philosophy isn't really free You pay a fee for your philosophy So maybe Just be open And love?
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
I know you
Psst Hey you With the skepticism shirt Pen and pad Sticking vulgarly  out of your pocket I'm you You're me Look at you With your baggage and your quizzical expression Turning over stones Have you gotten through all of them yet? Close-up of the eye It's clouded and blankly staring back from the mirror and ...Seems the windows to the soul need a cleaning, a polishing... Or perhaps the blinds are drawn? The void yawns and opens wide its maw Look at you Playing with your positions But even your philosophy isn't really free You pay a fee for your philosophy So maybe Just be open And love?
Brotherjimmy
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
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