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My God is the best God     my umbrella keeps rain from touching my forehead, a stone they roll away I take a drawing for a basket of airplanes, rainbows over movie posters      a city that fell into the ocean Pushing the envelope against the rain, I fake a letter of trigonometry     declaring myself to be a dead body A tattoo of a drum beating under a cloud      **** me up with a conundrum, using double negative numbers Probably a fake whirlpool, the natural condition of radioactive material, a sound dripping out from a hole I run open the door with a flag, they stole the border back from the goverment, pretending to be Indians I wish I was a moth, to find more comfort in lightbulbs.
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
Vacancy
My God is the best God     my umbrella keeps rain from touching my forehead, a stone they roll away I take a drawing for a basket of airplanes, rainbows over movie posters      a city that fell into the ocean Pushing the envelope against the rain, I fake a letter of trigonometry     declaring myself to be a dead body A tattoo of a drum beating under a cloud      **** me up with a conundrum, using double negative numbers Probably a fake whirlpool, the natural condition of radioactive material, a sound dripping out from a hole I run open the door with a flag, they stole the border back from the goverment, pretending to be Indians I wish I was a moth, to find more comfort in lightbulbs.
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
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