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I am in a canyon It’s grand & I am What I am Guilty by Disassociation: I can’t tell the Leaves in the Trees from the Faces in the Concrete My mind is a House of mirrors My faith is a House of cards & god the Dyslexic mixologist I am arresting my Happiness for Enduring life just to Spite me Little do I know: Only I want to hide myself Mush brained In the backseat Fisheye vision & car crash dreams Little boxes fly by Little boxes all the same Q: When do I get a Little box & Carport & White fence & Rolling pin & Next to kin & Worship pavement like Them? A: I am already anchored to asphalt so I’d rather sit here Watching my thoughts Trickle through The membrane & Stain my perceived Self-worth
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Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
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I am in a canyon It’s grand & I am What I am Guilty by Disassociation: I can’t tell the Leaves in the Trees from the Faces in the Concrete My mind is a House of mirrors My faith is a House of cards & god the Dyslexic mixologist I am arresting my Happiness for Enduring life just to Spite me Little do I know: Only I want to hide myself Mush brained In the backseat Fisheye vision & car crash dreams Little boxes fly by Little boxes all the same Q: When do I get a Little box & Carport & White fence & Rolling pin & Next to kin & Worship pavement like Them? A: I am already anchored to asphalt so I’d rather sit here Watching my thoughts Trickle through The membrane & Stain my perceived Self-worth
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Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
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