Emotional arches. Plucking the strings.
I wrote on your heart with something I'd seen
in a poster. That's art. It's nothing it seems.
Focus the scar for upcoming scenes.
Show me bizarre. Nudge me and wink...
you fake lying fuck. Hey dad, at night when I cry,
I often wonder how you neglected to mention how life is a lie.
I mean come on, that's pertinent, yes?
Well, now I'm hurting. You're dead.
I know, I know, haven't we heard this verse? In my head.
Always nervous. A wreck.
I know it isn't cool. How's a person forget?
Teach me. I'd learn all the steps.
I sip these drinks so memories don't seem so personal. Less
terminal. Check. Pawn to d-8.
So soft, yea she's great. What's wrong with these dames
wanting to talk to me? They must be off, but seem sane.
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