i am a burden of psychoses
love the way the light hits
those eyes
my way of doing things is
strikingly familial
son daughter catcher momma
pop
and if you read between the
lines
i can prove to you your
insecurity
miss the mark, take the
long way home for
him, for her, for everyone
very murky roads ahead
much like swimming in
dreams.
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