it went away the big picture | 1 |
what he said without flinching or maybe | 2 |
he did stand back viewing my thralldom | 3 |
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waiting for my clock to crash | 4 |
its taste for impact and anxious ground | 5 |
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not knowing the sun is vital | 6 |
always over me a fiery professor | 7 |
telling me he is only fresh panic | 8 |
hell-bent on ceasing | 9 |
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pointing to my hair in its prison | 10 |
such ends split from boundaries | 11 |
that phantoms would find me easily | 12 |
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a map of every moment how i could be free | 13 |
and that wish for nostalgia | 14 |
how i live with his closure his nothing more | 15 |