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Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Awkward Title of the Song that Forgot It's Own Tune

A solid soldier formation is needed
to rub space and religion into
the same time zone.
In verbatim, a double edge taco zebra
is never an alarming sight to behold
if you are familiar with desert technology.
Windy vision in a smokestack crack
away from collarbone cardiology.
A timezone has yet to stand still.

I think my own visions have become
stagnant.
I can't make you talk to me,
I can't ever make you laugh,
what inspirations do I bring to your table?
A humbling impression is a
daytime oppression,
I am a suppressed bullshit monster beast.

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