An Assortment of Sorts Part IV

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    These days are our days.
    To be happy; Two feet in front of you.
    we let ourselves fall through
    the floor.
    We believe there to be
    more, but we
    fail to see the key.
    Sub-section,
    energy.
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    Coffee shop, tea girl.
    crudely interruptive
    and a little bit of experience.
    "What a bitch."
    minor chords ring throughout
    and these lyrics aren't half bad.
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    I always dream
    the same dream:
    You've gone to California
    and you like it there.
    You never come back.
    I always, think the same things,
    if allowed, a scan of my brain,
    It's possible; Insane.
    and probable; Mundane.
    When I get the results
    i won't tell a soul.

    Because you're in California
    and i'm all alone
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    Dirty,
    cluttered lifestyles,
    fallen for these images you saw
    and those words you heard.
    Beautiful,
    confused, wealthy, alive.
    In love with your skin,
    left in the dark.
    Discovery of Sin.
    Foreign stars and weather patterns
    can interrupt air traffic procedures.
    The price we understand, will stop
    eventually.
    Is this making sense?
    Pay attention!
    "That's not what I said."

    The world falls asleep
    with a pill before bed.
    You would too,
    if you lived in my head.
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    Believed to be "without eyes"
    some cable wrongly cut
    between the gut
    and the thoughts.
    His heart was too forward also
    we didn't appreciate that, we felt
    strongly
    opposed.
    Calling into yourself further than you
    can
    fucking
    TAKE!
    I'm wide awake
    and in my heart is an etched picture of you.
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    Blue, in the face
    for all the money you've saved.
    I see her tempers gone to waste
    on you.
    And in two
    lousy, minutes
    I'll feel it kick in quite nice.
    It was a breeze on the inhale,
    tasted good too.
    Oh, what to do?
    In a moment of pure truth,
    where we find each other
    and love each other.
    Say it's not true?
    That my words, over used.
    That I can step off and not be noticed.
    for a minute or so.
    It does feel nice

    Having somewhere to go.
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    there is no correct assumption
    there is reality
    and truth
    we let lies perceive
    everything.
    i've always wondered, continue to wonder.
    lies, lies, lies, lies!
    hidden, screaming eyes.
    desperate, torn and obliged.
    non-existent coupling of "love."
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    Socially marked
    exempt
    and tired.

    Culturally blessed.
    I think, i think the best at this point
    in time.

    Ultimately confused
    on what
    if anything,
    to do.

    Sell all your numbers
    for a cheap price back home.
    So for every sale that you see; Indecisive
    and completely
    stubborn.
    Authenticity: bullshit.
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    Seemingly affordable
    and the time's good too.
    Unto the beauty of, little lying
    sculptures. Or how we feel
    that our ancient past
    is better.
    New York will never be Rome.
    Annabelle will never be Samantha.
    I will
    never
    be
    great.
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    there's a reason people write
    you, the reader, will never know
    or begin to fathom
    "Why?"
    Can you guess?
    is it the feeling of being completely
    and absolutely
    alone?
    No (yes)
    Is it to relieve some form of mental stress
    or simply "for shits"
    No (yes)

    people
    are
    all
    things
    and reasons.
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    My mind wanders more than yours.
    Softly spoken to a lover of handless motion.
    An even notion of folding arms
    and rejection via eyeball comunication.
    "I'm getting better at goodbyes."
    but I don't want to lose you.
    lose you. So soon?
    "I'm getting better at handling your eyes. Into mine."
    I say now,
    stay now.
    I say now,
    stay.
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    How the sound rolled up on a paper thin tongue
    and our arms reached up towards the sun.
    Ageless names spread from stars
    or
    broken, smoking cars spread thin.
    In order to develop a system of thought
    in time of men
    & women
    Pull apart.
     

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