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Ill temper, have you become simpler?
Still such shrillness,
Stillness nowhere to be found.
To be grounded and possess some contentedness or purpose
would ruin, lessen
the urgency of it all.
You have me to thank for what you've become.
Come, wallow in me.
Yes, I have to admit you're in me
Yes, I realize who we are
Will you make me burn us alive?
Or will our bridges suffice?
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Central Park
05:03
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I went out the front door - over
my will, it comes - retold unto me
"I will call him" I said, squinting.
I wilt, I can barely see over the
ringing; In my anxiety
I reprieve, remembering how to breathe.
"I won't survive until I'm what I surmise"
Is it me? Could it be?
I, dipped in hindsight, am born - and despite it
all - Once I'm sold I can't go and unlearn it
all started to under
go and let go - I went
through valleys - onto peaks.
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Exiting
05:12
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Ooo, an opportunity.
two left feet conversationally.
Yet, found in a place
where it might be the case
that I should dedicate, (more than infinitesimally)
some effort in case
I can't just save face
lest I have to explain why I feel like exiting
this whole thing.
Watch what you do - what you see - what you say
What'd you say? Would you say that I
have to learn - and then
have to learn again?
Watch what you do - what you see - what you say
What'd you say? Would you say that I
run from anything in particular?
I really have somewhere to be today
although it may be an hour or two I still
have to be going now; I point my feet towards the door
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4. |
Transition
02:44
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Feels Bad
04:30
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Where did you come from?
You weren't here when I closed my eyes.
Maybe you could help me out?
My heart's stuck in my throat and I can't shout.
Breathing out,
Bleeding out,
I can't see you no more.
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Chesapeake
06:26
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On the Street
927 Chesapeake
I discovered means to be
and means to ends
Deafening,
something you would never see
they would never let you see
they would never let you see.
Seethe, Sheathe, Sleep,
anything.
When when when when wait,
Why is there a fence now?
Still as it was,
Still was
Fleeting;
Seething, Sheathing, Sleeping.
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