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prozac morris
 
bad music and the honeymoon suite
like a daydream dripped long 'cross the counter
my dull linguistically impossible
reacted without any time spent in the on deck circle
my squares dwindle
meander in the afterlife with sick grins
uninvented wheels
alphabetic uncertainties that climb inconsequently
i'm hidden rhymes and punk scene
infinity penned in
liked the cage
my autobiography untitled indefinitely
its timetable lackadaisically uncommitted
most conflicts redemptive to the buzz kill
pure will aggravated too easily
i've got this feeling
like something wants my blank spots filled in

By schanzilla

© 2010 schanzilla (All rights reserved)

 

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