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It's a trick of the imagination It's a tremble of words A trickle till saturation A treacle of the absurd A blink to regain reality I think therefore I have a malady A drink and a pill To recall of some storm A brick A window A breach amongst sanity Some ink to **** on to the page Pad torn And I'm a fink A sage A bone And a bore Minimum wage On form To earn An audience with royalty Score one for mortality I'm a scribble I'm a scribe Free to reside And shake up a globe With ruin ingestures And muddy brutality And wonderless digestions I am my own worst memory A victim of vanity
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Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
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It's a trick of the imagination It's a tremble of words A trickle till saturation A treacle of the absurd A blink to regain reality I think therefore I have a malady A drink and a pill To recall of some storm A brick A window A breach amongst sanity Some ink to **** on to the page Pad torn And I'm a fink A sage A bone And a bore Minimum wage On form To earn An audience with royalty Score one for mortality I'm a scribble I'm a scribe Free to reside And shake up a globe With ruin ingestures And muddy brutality And wonderless digestions I am my own worst memory A victim of vanity
neth-jones
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Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
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