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for tom robbins, to whom i will never read this aloud
when i was younger
i used to get crazy happy
playing duck, duck, goose
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you know how you have to
be a little sad,
sometimes,
be by yourself,
sometimes,
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I find my voice
Is slowly wearing thin
As I cast unto the shadows it is lost somewhere within
And the echo still remains
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Once again my life has become a walled city
Or the planet furthest from the sun...
I want to escape this blurred sphere of scars
My slingshot taught toward the unseen stars
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Defy the Publishers
Who will know the meaning better than you? Publish yourself in your own world; write the reviews, film scripts, and be the fan. Succumb to yourself and sellout to an arena of self-loving thoughts.
Don’t let an editor chop your spirit into shreds. Spit in their eye and sleep with their unpublished drivel. Be in charge of what stays and becomes better.
Defy the structure set before you
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Lemon Jack was a man
though not everyone thought
of him as a man.
I thought of him as a Goat
because he was stubborn
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Walking alone,
in grass waist high.
Such sturdy blades, they
will cut you if you let
your hands fall to your
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He's just a moth, and you're only the light
But you can't coexist, you're stuck in the middle
You're both just phantoms, you're forced into flight
And you can't live like this, you can't even find the sun
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Can we sit in silence
for a while,
but not in the kind that hurts,
where you feel like there is
an anti missile defense in place
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