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gears turning grinding screaching creating a mechanical me ingredients fold into a mixing bowl a pinch a dash concocting a potion poisonous to exposure this liquidates in the basin of my mind mixing with machinary creating a technical malfunction I will forget what I forgot to remember I will try to explain how I can't explain why the static in my brain has a constant refrain but all of this is hidden under layers of flesh disguising the deformity under my skin.
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 5:34 PM UTC
Broken Robot
gears turning grinding screaching creating a mechanical me ingredients fold into a mixing bowl a pinch a dash concocting a potion poisonous to exposure this liquidates in the basin of my mind mixing with machinary creating a technical malfunction I will forget what I forgot to remember I will try to explain how I can't explain why the static in my brain has a constant refrain but all of this is hidden under layers of flesh disguising the deformity under my skin.
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Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 5:34 PM UTC
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