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i am not me im the thing opposite to the vision in the room adjacent  small muffled voices suggest through this fixed wall tall things that coulda or shoulda been said on the other side things that will be said filled w dread in bed still cant get up the sun hasnt won me over yet im one with the moon glowfist knuckle **** if i know pushpull hopedoom lunacy looming over this  wish to be  me or something bigger than me something i made i am not me  i am not this  i am vision(less) behind the wall next  theres no door theres no window  but ill find a way in or not i might jus warm my hands in the corner of this dialed-up nondescript dark elongated room im torn
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
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i am not me im the thing opposite to the vision in the room adjacent  small muffled voices suggest through this fixed wall tall things that coulda or shoulda been said on the other side things that will be said filled w dread in bed still cant get up the sun hasnt won me over yet im one with the moon glowfist knuckle **** if i know pushpull hopedoom lunacy looming over this  wish to be  me or something bigger than me something i made i am not me  i am not this  i am vision(less) behind the wall next  theres no door theres no window  but ill find a way in or not i might jus warm my hands in the corner of this dialed-up nondescript dark elongated room im torn
mike-dm
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
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