sweet november

I only long to be real

The sensations I'd feel

Would fill my empty spaces

Snarling and pacing

Through the time of my life

Said to be blessed

Wrapping gifts with electrical tape

And toilet paper

Double ply

I've forgotten how to lean back

It feels good just to lay


Tin can orchestra

Playing in my head

For the rest of my life

Louder than words

Louder than you

My career, as a failure

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