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Refracted Peoples (Lost in the mix)
So many wonderful and terribly drab things out in this verse of uni.
The lameness that sustains from Dwayne on Barbies dance club.
Funnier then the sores on my feet, but more serious then steak sauce.
I'll tell ya, I hate the front page.
I can see all the words floating around in my brain.
Plucking haphazradly, fucking the sequence.
A deep breath, stretching the threads.
Relief from knowing my ego dies a little bit each day.
I never want to be as good as the word "you".
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