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Language of the Fury
Trying to explain why I feel so numb is like severing Alaska with a broom.
Agonized and differentiated,
all the while talking to myself,
a poet is her own consultant
mushroomheaded and meeting the ground
stix gather themselves in a blair trial.
Stones richochet in a nuisance
No wonder my skin crawls, the universe has my shoe
Manic rascal with cracked souvenirs! I trusted thee!
Lyssa begged me for my love, then turned around in a blank state
mad as hell you would say
But I was only being facetious.
I'm like the oceans when they're bound in fury,
They're quite calm
Agonized and differentiated,
all the while talking to myself,
a poet is her own consultant
mushroomheaded and meeting the ground
stix gather themselves in a blair trial.
Stones richochet in a nuisance
No wonder my skin crawls, the universe has my shoe
Manic rascal with cracked souvenirs! I trusted thee!
Lyssa begged me for my love, then turned around in a blank state
mad as hell you would say
But I was only being facetious.
I'm like the oceans when they're bound in fury,
They're quite calm
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