Socks
I walk past
wearing my "I
love you" just
above my soul
inside my shoe
elusively panted
by the cuffs
that keep you
from seeing
what I mean.
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My lips long
to fit their
counterpart,
but yet both sets
tend not to feel--
satisfaction enjoyed
would be forsaken
in numbness.
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song best suited
for sound proof rooms
steals my ear
as I struggle
to regain it
my composure
sneaks out
the back door
and I am left
forsaken in this
absurd world
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Drink yourself retarded!
No need to be pardoned.
There's no error.
All play is fair!
I win! I win!
Yes, I can!
No rules, no excuse.
The world's all puse!
Quick! Blow the fuse!
Nothing to lose!
Nothing to lose!
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