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Careful
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It isn't safe, but it's not sorry; the gas is growing crystals in the lungs.
It's not bad, but it's not perfect：maybe this is just a trial run.
Is this my house? Do I own free weights?
I am a fucking man, my chromosome's a forked tongue.
It's my garage: it's my gas, my car, my time, and my enclosure.
Don't be last, and don't be lonely. See a special kind of timing in the leap.
Don't be cruel, don't be annoying, don't sell yourself short.
Is this my ring? I must have four kids.
The dimpled plastic roof is not quite yellow.
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Are these my hands? They look like trees choked out by vines.
Is this my breath? It's more like gun-smoke?
Two fingers pulling greasily at chicken.
Is that the sun? It looks too sharp and clean:
a bubble filling endlessly with air.
Is this my friend? It feels to forced for that.
It isn't wrong, but it's not quite right.
Now living feels like whispering at night.
I have a couch, I have a TV now.
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