i was born a raised liar, | 1 |
grilled chicken strip for a tongue | 2 |
and chewing tobacco for teeth, | 3 |
taking the stars out of the sky | 4 |
one at a time to give myself | 5 |
some semblance of control over | 6 |
the ceaseless waves of mediocrity; | 7 |
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i was taken in by deceit | 8 |
at an early stage, saw the gray as | 9 |
black and white, not much else - | 10 |
it was a deafening conclusion to | 11 |
the settling of the storm inside my | 12 |
chest cavity where a lung or two | 13 |
should go, instead there were only | 14 |
the endless rows of corn stalks; | 15 |
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i was given the world by tricksters | 16 |
as a present for my accomplishments | 17 |
in the war of reason, took the world | 18 |
and gave it to myself in the mirror, | 19 |
not the I in the bedroom at three in | 20 |
the morning, but the I that exists outside | 21 |
of space-time complexities, the I that | 22 |
lives to lie to self to others to selflessness; | 23 |
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I | 24 |
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exist only to | 25 |
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live in the waves | 26 |
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of logicality not | 27 |
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to breath in and | 28 |
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breath out the tar | 29 |
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stained pits of my | 30 |
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eye sockets and | 31 |
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unlike | 32 |
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I, | 33 |
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i live to yearn for | 34 |
the touch of convex | 35 |
curves and | 36 |
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not much else. | 37 |