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Dreamt you'd read this on a idek-what-that-is dirty weathered screen

With no reprieve for my generous baggage of reviews about your drink and ranting habit(s) I imagined a new name for it(them)

You exhorted me to explain, but sometimes words come to me easy while the right ones sometimes take their time to intervene...

We were born under an influence I say while sound takes the form of a shape you'd never call your own by the time i realize what i really wanted to say

“Meaning is just air pressure monetized”

To this "now", where these words dress voices that make home outside your mouth Ill drink your wine, reach for the furore of your hollering full heart, and its howling for exaction of buoyant gasps these symbols in the shape of letters to words; a song to (own) turn your own

something like seigfried for the music

the part that tickles your cognition

something like seigfried for music the part that tickles your cognition

I dont think im going to bed

Last saw her mimicking my stares

She serving looks and new hair

I hold her close to my legs

She figures me out

I always dream about you

I always lie about you

I always read about you

I never thought us being real so real

Moon turns to a

thats real

corny but i hate pick up lines

They kill

the joy of loving something without a deal

I was thinking we could … get by

from the still

and i realized i …

theres things that i …

oh oh

its american thrill

i dont think im going to bed

she was serving looks and new hair

i hold her she figures me out

essentially destitute of words and wordplay

urgency now, ossified

pretty letters make shapes and you now think of where to go

the same way buildings tell you where to go

sometimes it feels being the best at something is just trying to be the best at something else

for once in my life

l o v e l y

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