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| TRAINING WAGES thinly veiled or quickly stated branching out, no longer sated if you bore the brunt of what was lost it seems you need to buy into some cause BUT WHO HAD HELD THIS DEAR AND TIGHTER MONTH BY YEAR BORED WITH MAKING THINGS FIT SO HE WON'T stifled words you wear, you weather hording what you've always treasured did you bear the brunt of what He lost? it seems you need to buy a better cause (you've been paid training wages for your work how does that one make you feel? doesn't that one make you ill?) WICKER SYNDROME finding comfort in the way things interweave flyaway pieces trying to secede from this union, from the way things never succeed all these amusements inducing me CHAIRS AND TABLES BITS OF PAPER PEEKING OUT BETWEEN THE BRAIDS buying baubles from a bargain cell should have expected, suspected this would fail it's not even attractive, just trash unveiled all these commitments comprising me FAILSAFE declare it failsafe as ifi it were there's no harm done if it's not your haste makes for waste, you say it's not for you your haste makes for waste it's obvious to everyone except you hey HE HATES IT BECAUSE IT DOESN'T COME IN WRITING 'NO PROMISE THAT ALL WILL BE COPACETIC' HE HATES IT BECAUSE IT DOESN'T COME IN WRITING HE HATES IT, SO IT DOESN'T COME AT ALL declare it failsafe, you never will you baked in apathy you're still if you'd risk a single thing...but you never will if you'd risk just this one thing, but hey DISMISS when feigning to advise please know i realize you'll rub it in my face this great disgrace this i need to know there will be know dismissal THIS WAS EVERYTHING YOU WANTED UNTIL YOU LOST YOUR NERVE IS THIS ANYTHING YOU'D WANTED? OR MAYBE JUST WHAT YOU DESERVE can't shake the nervousness i'm shaken, more or less believe aesthetically and leave the rest to me i need to know this need to know UNIFORM it's pitiful to live like you the reverie of what i do with every Thing i've done or said a mere extension (but i'm the void that you're avoiding?) it's pitiful to lose like this i'm sucking wind, knowing piss remorseful as the mind's ice thaws i wish there was a uniform ACCEPT THAT SEPARATION YOU'RE BEGGING OUT I'M WALLING IN it's pitiful to bruise like this these things mean more when you're the less i fancy fronting empathy insisting this was meant to Be TUNNEL VISION you reduce me to this mess resting in some semantic cemetary i don't realize i miss these useless things that were always more than hit/miss do you think it's easier this way- if i stand here, and you sit there? are you believing in my leaving? i guess if i think it's easier this way then you can't but I COULD BE THE ANSWER TO MY OWN QUESTION THIS COULD BE MY RIGHT: NOT TO HAVE TO BE RIGHT I COULD BE THE ANSWER WHEN I ASK you reduce me to this guest resting on some uncomfortable couch when i recognized the miss it was useful but truthless we were always more than this so i think it's easier this way- if i stand here and you sit there better faded than desecrated I COULD BE THE ANSWER TO MY OWN QUESTION THIS COULD BE MY RIGHT: NOT TO HAVE TO HALVE A HALF-LIFE THE FIFTY-FIRST WAY you say i need more chances to learn what you forgot i've suffered of these trances and want what you have not though i deny a knowledge of what you're harboring i am well aware of your painless suffering and so for me you're aching or learning needless things it seems from you i've taken all these inconsistencies you're kneading countless ransoms you hurl morality you're thinking all these feelings you paw at those and me have you ever noticed the way we stand? i'd not have noticed but for the hands- the way they tremble at your side the way mine breathe this delicacy took years to hide for threading need have you ever noticed? you never notice any Thing you've even noticed you're forever noticing these things- think SMART ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US so put it on an ingrate who's hoping to comiserate you think we both have truths, with mine the same as yours THIS IS PROOF- YOU'RE MY PROOF i haven't trusted you for weeks the murmurs stuck in what you speak why aren't you dumb enough for me? why aren't you slut enough? ah ha OPENING UP... hacking up the gist of being the trick of seeing things that aren't there you carved a star in your arm since you could never be one it's like i've said for years now we conjugate these feelings it's what we've done for years now we worship worthless meanings SEEPING IN TO CLOG THIS UP SHUTTING OFF AND CLAMMING UP fucking up in freestyle open up or don't or don't care you fixed a star in your rear view to know you'll never reach it to you it's bright and pure but it's been dead for years now like what we've done all along we conjugate these feelings SEEPING IN TO CLOG THIS UP YOU'RE SHUTTING OFF I'M CLAMMING UP YOU'RE SEEPING IN TO CLOG THIS UP YOU'RE SHUTTING OFF I'M CLAMMING UP YOU'RE SEEPING SHUTTING UP SEEPING SHUTTING UP YOU'RE SEEPING JUST SHUT UP |
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