yamships, flaxseed

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For more than 25 years, I've remained awake

Quarter past the 8, stand chest high in any lake

An avid collector of remains, that's burial

Exceptionally paid and curious

The nerve it take, the urge to make a game that's furious

Poems that constellate, I'm concentrated

Stacked in high piles and a desktop computer

And our conversation was frequently punctuated by excerpts of music

You ask if there's a method to my madness and I reply, do you want me to lose it?

I could take it to the graveyard by dissecting it

Toothless

Gentle inquiries, special sentencing, extra questioning

Played the vegetables, summer squash, bummer thoughts

Guess I'll start exercising, I mean accessorizing

Next to the next in line, perpetually

Pep talks with Pimp C in dreams

Lent lint, loose leaf cream

Yamships, hemp and a handful of seeds

Spamming Ctrl+V, no goalie, no roadies

Yes, pain comes in dreams

This right here we call a magic moment

My only defense against fate, is color

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