comes to a point where you feel nothing
until you feel the originial redone, remixed reconceived in someone (someone)
retorted, reported, automosphere.
when you find the words they're gone.
how many times we feed to the general
i
i i
iiiii
i me he she be
i need he she
focus on the dj
whenwords are hard to come to
looking for this
out self acclaim
speak me to thee
a necessity
but how long can i hold this smoke
between my teeth
to free the place
between my finger tips
take a drag to notice the nonsense
in generations
not long enogh to exhale something
that makes a difference
ill reach for something to make up for
something more
and those words......
well those are words.
im sorry for the lack of aire
between what your looking for
and my me saying im sorry.
the watchmen say.
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