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Flesh knows itself
Meat bodies are all the brain feels
It’s sautéed in matter
Controlled whole meat with psychiatrist chemicals
Chemicals to paint to start over
Mix the wrong paint, the wrong pill
Something shrinks impulses but we aren’t really living
Floating through the body thinking about it thinking about it
- by fantasma_mirth |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/15/2008 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Fredella - 07/15/2008
- it's a bit confusing at first, but it is good no matter
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- Kaivora - 07/15/2008
- I love the word play. Its throws the reader out there. Gets you thinking. The repetition at the end is what does it i think. xD
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