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can there be function in re-construction?

when it's all been leeched away like a suction

with one step left

better take a breath

i'm still pushing on when there's nothing's left



the way out takes time

but will be made eventually

piece by piece

bringing it back together

to rebuild again what couldn't be measured

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to screwball the dodgers is like growing old like some codger.

well, we'll just watch the wall fall like the waters of roger.



i've scattered otters to spare the names of fair games

three strikes then i'm out. that's what baseball's all about.

generally, i've often caught the gout. so, watch out!



get your hands up at angles.

it's your neckline that strangles.

i'm the passenger to the pittsburgh bangles,

if that'll stop you from putting pringles in my shingles.



just like my late arrival

you'll figure this all out like macguyver.

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we're to photo by number all these damn cucumbers

the faucet's overflowing so-called the wrong plumber



it's all it takes in these days it makes

keeping hands to self for what plans came next



now, we're someday careening down plains to stay

put in it's place, jack to crack forth the facts

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at a loss of one of the better things

assuredly brought out the worst in me

i'm left at rock bottom without anything

now, i'm not even sure of what's left of me



there's been enough damage done already

though i'm assured it's really just nothing

i reached a hand inside just to get it cut off

to you that's had to meant something



then it comes to be that i'm not wanted

and for a fact, i'd not want this either

so this welcome is slowly worn out

that i barely offered to begin with



why did i get myself into this?

and when will it all end?

i'm not sure what will become as a result

and it's hard to say where i'll be after it all.



i'll leave just this

for all these promises you've already broken

and all these words i've left unspoken

i'll end up shoved aside in the end

like another victim of your neglect.

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i can't except it's turned into this but you i can't dismiss

it's become difficult to exist or persist without all of this

you've left me in roaring pain in this pouring rain

you've erased me at will and this space won't be filled

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just don't think that you'd be putting me through anything

because in retrospect, i wanted all of this to happen

the catch is that i'll get nothing in return from it

i'll never go through any of this again, probably not ever



you don't have to hide, because i really don't mind

i'm sometimes pushed aside, i'll never know why

i really don't mind



think i rather just stay in the dark then ever see the light

there's times i'd try not to see but there's no reason not to

i'm looking out for both sides while letting mine just die

there's something else for me yet

just not right now



you don't have to hide, because i really don't mind

i'm sometimes pushed aside, i'll never know why

i really don't mind