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Ingrown I have no fear of the rambling in my head Like pro wrestling grape juice khakis Wrestling with Andy – taking meaning like candy or bread In Remembrance of lives past Me and Marcel tumbling down Swann’s Way remembering lives past Like plastic passport photos – baby pictures – Naked – Forgotten – Film Looking for Pink Waters – Finding the wonderful wizard The man behind the curtain…certain…that I have no Heart The pulsing pain of an ingrown family member Digging into flesh Digging into memories Digging Praise and Worship flashback – unknowingly singing…digging Forgotten hymns of dance Dancing black folks Writhing white folks I have no fear of the rambling in my head |
Additional Notes:
The punctuation and capitalization is all off, but this is the way I wanted it. Thanks.
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