'07 Low Grade Grain (first attempt)

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Analogy & I

I'm drying up inside

this time, it feels for good

Slowly I begin to decay

I am going to decompose

I am begining to smell like dust

looking up from the floor...

This time, I got stepped on

Then, got swept under a rug

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whining

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