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bankrolled by a suburban fog that
Indistinguishable to them.
not to them
it’s clear that with both palms touching,
immersing a clout that as much as i
will,
will never be owed to a someone
in a world that has Mine.
i’m a fucking cliché, it’s hilarious
i am that, that wants with absolute
-ly no humility holding my rest; to
chant, declare, and Present-
no joke-
that,
that i do -i really do
marked by creased lines and ungreased
second set of wheels,
want to get fucking higher than the empire
state, so give me just
one second please, please, please
Please,
to ignore its fluorescent red
and push my palms against the urine-
stained concrete that,
without a second set of thoughts,
Refuses to give
in
to me