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its fuckin sold out

its been sold out for so long

welcoming atrocity like deja vu

its so strange how it works out that way

now where do we turn

back or somewhere in a forward direction?

pack it in for overnight

there might be some distance

[but for now...we toast]

and try to seperate the difference

with persistance like infatuation

now im blushing with embarrasment

assembled from outlandish tactics

lets laugh and move on leaving our emotional lacerations

along with the old clothes that no longer fit us

ha ha i'm hiding tears i hope you can't see

crawling to the cool green grass of my next habitat

architect break in intersecting into sections lectures

of appraisal i cannot disclose with proper grammar

and so far i haven't realized

where these highway streams will take me

can you see me on the exit waving my hands in despair?

getting back to where i came from

but not wanting the same problem

of never full knowing where this busy street will end.