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If not born into this confluence From the cesspool of the waiting room, Then elsewhere. My consciousness schools me. My ego insists. I am, and was meant to be. But logic countermands hope. The fairies and angels are indexed In the collected works of Aesop. I am a network of synapses Bleached into the soil.
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
francie-lynch
The Guffaw
If not born into this confluence From the cesspool of the waiting room, Then elsewhere. My consciousness schools me. My ego insists. I am, and was meant to be. But logic countermands hope. The fairies and angels are indexed In the collected works of Aesop. I am a network of synapses Bleached into the soil.
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