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one of these days, it's going to reach the top. 24 january 1999 & then it's going to start to spill. i'm waiting & waiting. i'm spewing over the top & dancing on the tables. my words are strewn out in a pile of paper on the floor: clean it up. but i like my mess. i like the way i'm not constricted, misconstrued & sloppy. i like the way i pour over the edges & into your lap. there are just a couple things i'd like to know. the trees are waving to the clouds. criminals are just like you & me. the very same. i'm relenting to you. relentless, that makes me. i'm just about done. it's long overdue. when she moves in her ways, i'm dying to trip her. when she comes out, i'll hit her with the two-by-four. just stand back & i'll shut up & do. you were warned. |
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