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rent free and reckless
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windows and pictures are freaking me out
 1
not seeing myself in either any more
 2
so i called you again --
 3
i still have it in me it seems ..
 4
the argument on why i'm unloveable
 5
with my lies tangled up.
 6
 
 
these bricks are still made of sand
 7
and our covered homes and the
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trash that we live in are one
 9
in the same, like the functioning
 10
half  of  the brain,
 11
it seems.
 12

9 Aug 17


(define the words in this poem)



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