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Rack.
painthrillers,
vainkillers.
depend on you.
turn to be true.
irking, why ain't it working?
behind so kind; you shirking?
you know not; strain pain,
but twinkle, wrinkle vain.
twinkle twinkle litte star,
how i wonder behind bars.
how i wonder what you are.
re-rising of a reflected scar;
i don't need a mirror;
don't want a shimmer.
its caught up in my back.
throw me out of the rack.
why does the dirt decompensate?
in my world with no concentrate.
it goes, it does; the beat.
no path, math; no retreat.
no using the matching mask;
betting on the boiling bask.
kinship chemicals in a flask;
swell, dwell. too much to ask?
astray it be;
there a she.
the decline;
crossing line.
its caught up in my back.
throw me out of the rack.
so stalking crooked;
bow to the wicked.
so snatched routine,
know knitted seam.
that hatching latch,
the crowing catch;
virgin watching,
ground patching.
its blowing,
no flowing.
and he'll huff and he'll puff -
and he'll blow the house down
and he'll muff and he'll duff -
and he'll be his own body clown.
clawing its way to every breath,
staining hands like Lady Macbeth.
it happened to me,
to me, me; losing lee.
so, whos karma did i get now?
mine? ugly duckling somehow.
and disability's stability;
to fed forsaken facility.
;[signed]
Monday, September 21, 2009
can't chill? take pill .
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