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no multiple of mine
03:09
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Stop pulling the fire alarm
I'm an open book but id prefer if you dont leave me
On the coffee table
Spine opened up for everyone
Who walks by
Conversation piece of mine
Display it like a trophy
But i hate when people ask
I dont like to feel like im bragging
Or even talk about myself at all
Avoiding eye contact
Given a strange interaction
Now to decipher whos out to get me
And im the only one whos thinkin that
Surface area multiplied by magnitude of focus
Is where i draw the line
No multiple of mine
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open everyone
05:43
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im not walking through walls but i make up the form of some
better than a window
designed to hold
just below the capacity
that i mend through
you took hold of all the shapes
rearranged them to make a face
geometricaly aligned
forget about all the in between
massive amounts fall through
and pile up on my floor
ive no choice but to look at it
or move it all myself
physical blatant
is the evidence on my stance
praise be the ceiling fan
for trickling down to me
i open everyone elses before i open mine
rearview mirror shaking and falling to my blind side
i cant see through walls
so i make up an inference
fabrication lives on
in prejudice of all kind
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the color of transparency
lacks pigment to begin with
and im trying too hard
to see a little bit of shade
candor posture and repeat
reconsider precautions that have absolutely
nothing to do with me
trace stimulate the affected areas
hardware beckons muscle memory
whispers out loud
sediment mountain forms in mouth
incisor teeth and between i poke at with my tongue
i can not filter out
why do i abrade when i breath
eroding naturally foreshadowing
what the mess would be
if sedimentary
nothing to do with me
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interlude, eh
01:52
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you want it crusty
03:44
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open me up
to find a place for yourself
i should have taken video evidence of the occurrences i went through
happens so often now i begin to question my
explanations when they occur
never got a say in the concept of my perception
processes of machines make information for me
i dont feel i have to explain what i say
when youre already shaking your head
no amount of sense from my mouth would portray
the closure
that i would use to defend myself
dont know which primary source to believe
all you had to do was ask me
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interlude of bees
03:16
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shellfish prophets
02:22
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wish i would
but you didnt say i had to
and i dont think im gonna
self fulfiling prophecies are me
i didnt try to come back
finding me burning the same holes as when i left
i still feel it
when i go anywhere
what a product of environments
im still left unimpressed
write down everything that comes down to my head
worked so hard to get it out
now id do anything to have it back
what did i do
to deserve such a treatment
allowed myself to travel so far back
i forgot what i had ahead
constantly remind myself of what i was
i got a hole so big in my chest
previous me wouldnt have even stopped to ask
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future stranded in familiar past tense
roll my eyes at the thought of it
terrified of living
i dont wanna lose
or return what i fought so hard to get
put a lock on my mind and my door a long time ago
all i ever wanted was to live alone
hallowed out a corner of my room that i fill with stone
i dont open it for anyone
put a lock on my mind and my door a long time ago
all i ever wanted was to live alone
many times more accurate when im off-aiming to achieve
goldfish that i won at carnivals
seldom go extinct to me
really wasnt expecting or hoping for
a plastic ring around a bottle neck
lying about the space i occupy so i dont have to clean the tank
put a lock on my mind and my door a long time ago
all i ever wanted was to live alone
hallowed out a corner of my room that i fill with stone
i dont open it for anyone
put a lock on my mind and my door a long time ago
all i ever wanted was to live alone
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