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You wait for nothing. Patient like the prairie enduring the burning. I could be you. You could be me. I practice the burbling gurgle I'll use in my senility dream of warm sheets wet with my own ***** Your stillness has already encompassed my penultimate fervor. Schizophreniacs often rhyme because they have the time. A dime used to buy a line from me to you but you don't answer the phone anymore so I don't think I'll call. Hard work accomplished your Nirvana. Your casual grace sanctifies the electrodes, you become guiless God of the wires and I race with myself trying to catch up to my own possibilities. It just comes naturally to some.
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
Ode To Catatonia
You wait for nothing. Patient like the prairie enduring the burning. I could be you. You could be me. I practice the burbling gurgle I'll use in my senility dream of warm sheets wet with my own ***** Your stillness has already encompassed my penultimate fervor. Schizophreniacs often rhyme because they have the time. A dime used to buy a line from me to you but you don't answer the phone anymore so I don't think I'll call. Hard work accomplished your Nirvana. Your casual grace sanctifies the electrodes, you become guiless God of the wires and I race with myself trying to catch up to my own possibilities. It just comes naturally to some.
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
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