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mind motivation Gotta take leave of self view limbs on the outside the outside of bus doors slamming of trolley tickets holed by my cigarette emotions turn up the head, down the head volume adjust dials and eyes gotta take leave of myself astral ropes dream slingshots david and ogres paint a nightmare but I’m too tired grown old quickly, gotta… Gotta shut the fuck up and kick moons these planets of puberty of pimpled formation oiled obstacles I see no man I pray to no on and off flickering light I have no redemption as of lately but haven’t checked the calendar, gotta. . . Gotta go with the currents I can’ t see anymore, can’t feel dosin on bullshit cursed to remember and thankfull at the same time otherwise otherwise otherwise what would flow through me what would life consist of remain unfulfilled cuz thats usual comfortable (not really) but still a hard to throw away couch torn springs stickin in my ass kinda smells funny stained -soul -soul- furniture- garage sale never to happen hold on trapeze find your limb gotta GOTTA |
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