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I am partial to a shifting psyche I am hard to find when I give up my act I find the long way back I am a lighthouse when the wind blows south I am open mouth when I go off the track here’s to the long way back Parallels with my insides Luminol on my black tie Lucid all til the white lie I’ll buy anything you say Archivist of the meeting Red of wrist and of feeling I exist just to see it Seems to be all that I crave
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Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 5:28 AM UTC
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I am partial to a shifting psyche I am hard to find when I give up my act I find the long way back I am a lighthouse when the wind blows south I am open mouth when I go off the track here’s to the long way back Parallels with my insides Luminol on my black tie Lucid all til the white lie I’ll buy anything you say Archivist of the meeting Red of wrist and of feeling I exist just to see it Seems to be all that I crave
#selfdeprecating#selfloathing#angst#anger#misanthropy
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insearchofgatherings
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 5:28 AM UTC
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