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it looks like the inside of my cortex Loose screws with a loose table for my verbal contortions A few books and spells surrounded by potions Vertical blinds shut tight, the way they were forced in Mattress on the floor tucked on top of a box spring Fornication smell, but no room for my offspring I don't live alone, instead, I live with these objects Mac 27 inch, I pad that's never dim...tech floods the room like CSI evidence Solid speakers to echo feelings a resonance Window closed, but when it's open the moonlight just settles in This is my cave but, you can call it my residence.
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
My Cave
it looks like the inside of my cortex Loose screws with a loose table for my verbal contortions A few books and spells surrounded by potions Vertical blinds shut tight, the way they were forced in Mattress on the floor tucked on top of a box spring Fornication smell, but no room for my offspring I don't live alone, instead, I live with these objects Mac 27 inch, I pad that's never dim...tech floods the room like CSI evidence Solid speakers to echo feelings a resonance Window closed, but when it's open the moonlight just settles in This is my cave but, you can call it my residence.
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
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