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There's a thrill and you fall into it           again as you forget                        Rubberneck contagion            Anxieties in the upper regions                 though, no gut disturbance                             a strange observation process                          -without that hinderance            Hopped up, the witness                 Gaze upon a brewing formation              Linger tensions            Fears shoot up from the deep           Like ghosts and demons             Around every corner and           shadowed path            In yr house, when you were young        Still perhaps..      you let it bite and a car pulls up             Single pointed aggression       And we proceed            Such a wonder                          Not really                but the feelings         procession of instincts           habitual      And we choose fractions         Be important because we believe        what the F* does that even mean?        Can you go through the process       To figure the dimensions of a form..         Listen for a moment;          He says he's drunk       but really asking to be loved     and miraculously it worked        off he walked to oblivion      if only we had the guts to follow    ..I may have gone deeper    Than I can dig, up a figure anyway   But it's never a settled point     So there's always room to play around
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Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 9:35 PM UTC
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There's a thrill and you fall into it           again as you forget                        Rubberneck contagion            Anxieties in the upper regions                 though, no gut disturbance                             a strange observation process                          -without that hinderance            Hopped up, the witness                 Gaze upon a brewing formation              Linger tensions            Fears shoot up from the deep           Like ghosts and demons             Around every corner and           shadowed path            In yr house, when you were young        Still perhaps..      you let it bite and a car pulls up             Single pointed aggression       And we proceed            Such a wonder                          Not really                but the feelings         procession of instincts           habitual      And we choose fractions         Be important because we believe        what the F* does that even mean?        Can you go through the process       To figure the dimensions of a form..         Listen for a moment;          He says he's drunk       but really asking to be loved     and miraculously it worked        off he walked to oblivion      if only we had the guts to follow    ..I may have gone deeper    Than I can dig, up a figure anyway   But it's never a settled point     So there's always room to play around
#nonsense#love#bus#bluecollar
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34/M/Columbus
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 9:35 PM UTC
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