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What It Is To Be Listening

to the voices around you speaking things convincing


and what is it a word I say I have said at the vast expanse


of nothingness, a lot of things, shall we begin again, I


i already forgot most of it and i ears, erased the better


half of a morning, taylor swift just sand it she sand there


there is only one grain left in this glass time for another


she stole all my best dressed falling from nothingness


she spoke the words singing them it was on fire and


what was that manuscript I made a torch of it and i


swear I lifted it straight from the deepest pit within


he snapped the fingers with the sparkeler inbetween


i burnet my hole hand that danm day it was night


I was barely alive i gripped it i whipped it I thought of it


Twice Times A Square And A Chair What Was Written


On The Other Side I Swear I Could Almost Remember


Actually Doing It Actually Glueing It The Crystal To The


Wand Of The Skull Twas A Moment Then Twas It My Friend


That Is A Sparkler That Is a Grenade That is a Mindless Dawning


Landscape Calling The Sundown Spot Up For A Mom Made Morning

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