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Umlaut
03:41
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Come all ye weary Overthinkers
Please excuse my haziness & overpronounciation
Ambiguity masked by articulation
Seduced, reduced by thoughtful asphyxiation
You are a metaphor, and I, a cliche
How can it resolve if we don't rhyme?
How'll we live out our indiscretions?
Howl, we roar, we scorch our unprepared throats & thoughts
I'm cheap like talk, like Lil' Wayne's rock
Kindly pardon me and my scab-picking tendencies
Leafless trees, branch antlers on a mutated display of nakedness
And I can't tell you much about this nothingness
So if you're as unsure, let's share it
Let's share a conversation
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Ontology
02:27
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I was like, um, is this frustration caused by not knowing, or having nothing to say? Caused not by the scrutiny, surveillance of evidence? With the way you look, I'd overlook otherwise noticeable flaws and cross some crucial boundaries in the process. I dance around your room and intrusive questioning profusely retorting with "is this your card?" But you had not the spoons for the scoop, or a stake in this knife fight; I pretended to contend it, all of this incriminating lack of evidence denying us our kosher closure. Baby, don't you know that as far as communication goes language is the cheapest form? Literally, disfiguratively, we are all contaminated children who discover acting isn't hard until you try to purposely. How I miss the blissful lie. Nothing IS all it's cracked up to be
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(F)arsis Trope
03:10
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I guess I'll crawl into my deja vu
I guess I just deem it all unbearable and attempt to make it wearable
I can't just dust off the rusted trust offered clustered sterilized feral eyes
When you're alone and catching up on your focus, do you notice that I'm always on the run from learning to slow down?
I guess I don't appreciate the emphasis on yearning for pockets of merriment
I wish I didn't experiment, testing the approach of irreverence that abide by my alibis
And you know I won't be waiting for you to wait for me
I guess I should rest, assured I'm not secure and wrest the blur of the obscure from what's beyond a dead man's turn
I've found solace in only this:
I've befriended loneliness
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