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My thoughts, my words, I purge them out on paper But the echo I hear, Most clearly in my ear, Is the conversation Infinite feelings Through infinite cigarettes Life done By twenty-seven I’ll take that bet The echo of epiphanies, Ends where it starts A run-on sentence Beginning with f*ck “Your name here” In wonderland Sounds less melancholy Than “your name here” Anywhere else I’m in an **** of the mind I’m burning up The fury with the might I’m trumping death with life
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC
The Echo of Epiphanies
My thoughts, my words, I purge them out on paper But the echo I hear, Most clearly in my ear, Is the conversation Infinite feelings Through infinite cigarettes Life done By twenty-seven I’ll take that bet The echo of epiphanies, Ends where it starts A run-on sentence Beginning with f*ck “Your name here” In wonderland Sounds less melancholy Than “your name here” Anywhere else I’m in an **** of the mind I’m burning up The fury with the might I’m trumping death with life
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC
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