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Lxvi Feb 2021
I am but a man
With faults ive attested
Though lacking in effort
You'll find I'm invested
As reality changing
Perception in strains
Memories rearranging
Its all in our brains
Fake it til you make it
Is how ill begin
I've deluded myself
And soon ill be king
spooky doopy Jan 2015
Toes curl like my furled eyebrows
Note left on the coffee table
Musky dust in the air sets the scene:
Cough cough
A sleezy jumper cable
Laid down in a thin moat surrounding my feet
Boats don't float in fleece sheet fleets
Astride rippley waves of murky sand
I sink up to my throat the grass grows
Into my nose

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