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Me (Low) Gaskets form inside of me
With broken hearts and little limbs
The outreach cannot descend
To grab the joy for us to get
The endless cry of whispers demeaner
Gives love and life for us
Yet let us flow in unco-ordination
A small print for us to read
Yet the yearning never ends
And the burning never ends
That guilt or guile or guarentee inside of me
Is there and will not re-mend
So discovery is needed to transcend
From my apathetic ways and earn a place
In my co-ordination yet I burn
I burn for implosion or explanation
Explosion will not work
It is just close calculation I need
So let me breath and do what I want
Yet I can't decide what I need
So pointless determination gives me doubt
A lost expedition is found inside
To get this fucking life on track
And always be prepared...
...i'm inevitable
...i'm waiting...
