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This road is forked so I walk straight Left is only right, but opposite and right is only wrong, but different I am talking in circles I am walking nonsense I am singing television and watching harmonies in solitude I am walking on my hands I am writing with my toes I dream in a reality and live in a fantasy what is right in front of me comes at me from behind a bullet skewers my back while a knife shoots through my chest I paint sculptures and statues with crayola and I build Mona Lisa with bricks and stones I dig to the depths of Mount Everest I climb to the top of Death Valley I dance in stillness to silence I sleep in motion to beats I talk to myself I listen to you.
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Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 5:43 PM UTC
Listen to the Silence
This road is forked so I walk straight Left is only right, but opposite and right is only wrong, but different I am talking in circles I am walking nonsense I am singing television and watching harmonies in solitude I am walking on my hands I am writing with my toes I dream in a reality and live in a fantasy what is right in front of me comes at me from behind a bullet skewers my back while a knife shoots through my chest I paint sculptures and statues with crayola and I build Mona Lisa with bricks and stones I dig to the depths of Mount Everest I climb to the top of Death Valley I dance in stillness to silence I sleep in motion to beats I talk to myself I listen to you.
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Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 5:43 PM UTC
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