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It
worse
is that I tip toed
over the line
and felt it
same as
what rattled through
the tossed bones
of countless
other assholes
who couldn't describe it
but tried
and fuck you
if you think fame
or god or
love
is a part of it
it's success
and fuck you
if you think money's
involved
it's not
I am stuck now, engaged in a memory
of how it should be done
so I can't hide behind
the static observer
can't deny
it exists
can't craft phrase well enough
to pass off a fashion
a taste a
style
so
aesthetic had better wrap around the head of a bull
with weak knees
convinced it must run
to make this look good
I wish I had never felt it
but that shelter
has been blown to pieces
is that I tip toed
over the line
and felt it
same as
what rattled through
the tossed bones
of countless
other assholes
who couldn't describe it
but tried
and fuck you
if you think fame
or god or
love
is a part of it
it's success
and fuck you
if you think money's
involved
it's not
I am stuck now, engaged in a memory
of how it should be done
so I can't hide behind
the static observer
can't deny
it exists
can't craft phrase well enough
to pass off a fashion
a taste a
style
so
aesthetic had better wrap around the head of a bull
with weak knees
convinced it must run
to make this look good
I wish I had never felt it
but that shelter
has been blown to pieces
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