dropped down to the floor
a twisted damp towel
harrassing old girlfriends
and everyone has love
and everyone has that something
fifty times in a day
my heart isnt the best these days
i miss something
im not complete
im not mad
its not like i was there to stop you
i need a cut
wheres my cut
i need my fucking cut

map and directions
getting lost
patchuli and dakkar
a happy mix
i felt like i was rising
floating above everything
lost in the words of a song
driving to our own beat
around and around
past dock after dock after endless dock
until stopped
flashed
with him
senses raging
the bright light
and no alcohol

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so much work
hair pins that make my skin crawl
do you have something yet
when is it my turn
i feel a warmth
a gentle unassuming radiation
covering my eyelids in the break room
falling into a coma
driving myself into the bowels of dreams
someone elses
where i dont matter
and this
this never happened
i wonder who im dreaming about

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