This by far was my favorite section:
I walk the Paxil road. Packs tipped for looseys. Facts corrode,
But fictions atone for ages. Windermere, dog-ear pages-
Alcohol spills fears. Obsessions.
She manifests them in the rear of Malcolm's Cavalier.
talcum tears, can't adjust to candle scents and velvet either.
help is here. screwdriver, two timer- takes advantage, that's clear.
symptoms have expanded, faster than we can take it,
The divide between effect and cause, cure and vaccination,
fades to a haze in the speakers' gauze. insert your interpretation.
The whole piece was fire, but this section really stood out to me. Just had some real and empathetic elements. On point, son. Holla...
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