when, will abnormalities finally become an abnormality,

every night, not much change in my lab-tested reality,

i hurt it? she did? maybe it was we, where oh where to focus the correction,

does it even matter? love like an atheist's belief in christ's resurrection,

play with the non-existent, as i retell stories never recalled,

fast-forward time, create a bond that could never be appalled,

accused, accurately labeled like money-laden kids at the local hot topic,

i welcome it, enjoy it, amused like calling the Sahara desert tropic,

pretend maturity works, easily if convincing the tenderfoots those have come to adore,

snort the pieces of deleted internet 'friends,' as long as they're popular - no one cares anymore.

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