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"And what can I say, but I'm wired this way....and you're wired to me. And what can I do, but wallow in you, unintentionally."



Therein lies the fabrications

I've wrapped myself up with the beliefs of

previous lives and after lifes

And for hypothetic reasons, I've been waiting to die

The consolation is in the fridge, my friend

So let's burn one and drink some and talk about

this shapeless future

Let's talk about mothers and daughters, and the

gaps between them

I'll write a poem expressing my deep unsatisfaction,

and then you can tell me how good I've gotten at it

Therein lies the extent of our connection

Vultures, who would eat their own kind

And this message will self destruct in about three seconds,

spreading its ashes abroad,

but still ending up in the roots of your hair, where

they so instinctively belong.