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this poem is about Me Me me me Me with a gun on my tongue Me and my g.o.o.o.o.o.o.lden bullets aimed at ... ? Me, blowing bubbles in my mind not caring what the plan is Me, imperfect Unperfect me me as Myself incarnate Renaissanced rising from a shell Thoughts creeping up the bone Me me me my meat Meeting at the gap me alone Acceptance sitting on the ridge of my nose so far removed from rejection Who is the warmth of the past? It's me The mist of the unknown Me Spilling forgiveness like liquor bridging across the ridges here's me Unhinged - again Unabridged Spilt not spent Splitting my way through the covers falling through space what dimension? Spilling back into myself Introspect.
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC
rebirth of Venus
this poem is about Me Me me me Me with a gun on my tongue Me and my g.o.o.o.o.o.o.lden bullets aimed at ... ? Me, blowing bubbles in my mind not caring what the plan is Me, imperfect Unperfect me me as Myself incarnate Renaissanced rising from a shell Thoughts creeping up the bone Me me me my meat Meeting at the gap me alone Acceptance sitting on the ridge of my nose so far removed from rejection Who is the warmth of the past? It's me The mist of the unknown Me Spilling forgiveness like liquor bridging across the ridges here's me Unhinged - again Unabridged Spilt not spent Splitting my way through the covers falling through space what dimension? Spilling back into myself Introspect.
#botticelli#rebirth#me#ego
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC
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