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How many could be calling? Eitherwise, it is exausting To be held by own accountability. Ability for account; a mass Of those counted. Weigh creaks On these levers over my eyes. A lover in disguise lies The warmth of this weight. Lazy and laconic to confuse The schizophrenic. Lord I hope these are my own- If I myself am not the sovereign- Elaborate equations voiced From character calculations. Clacking their sums In my sincere consideration. We all have that second or so thought to reach concentric clarity. When I sing or spiel the art of it, easier to make a monster of me.
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 5:43 AM UTC
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How many could be calling? Eitherwise, it is exausting To be held by own accountability. Ability for account; a mass Of those counted. Weigh creaks On these levers over my eyes. A lover in disguise lies The warmth of this weight. Lazy and laconic to confuse The schizophrenic. Lord I hope these are my own- If I myself am not the sovereign- Elaborate equations voiced From character calculations. Clacking their sums In my sincere consideration. We all have that second or so thought to reach concentric clarity. When I sing or spiel the art of it, easier to make a monster of me.
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 5:43 AM UTC
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