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sitting on the side in high school, just don’t care and just too cool. so self-sure, so sorry,
that graduation comes so soon. so now we’re newly sharpened pencils. waiting right here
to be dulled. we are an ocean of puddles that are separate and unequal. wiped down and
sterilized, stuck up and terrorized by peaceful wars waged by logo whores.
(there’s got to be some more to life than this carousel)
“take your time and watch the world go by;” is this all i’ve done?
well, no more wasting all my life.
and so i went and saw a preacher, and was baptized by a curse...or perhaps it was by
the spit that flew from the effort of his words. anyway, she flashes me some ivory, and
bangs on the ebony a pulmonary rhythm intertwined with such an exquisite melody.
well, no more sitting on the side now.
i can’t toe the party line.
she punches me in the stomach with a smile,
and my life has just begun on this carousel.
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