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Stay mumble
say humble
cake crumble
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I hate the stage
my voice just won't match
I have these words
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an old dog
tail dragging
white fur in the mud
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My wheels are wood my feet are glue
I use them slow and stick to you
If you got away I'd run away
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Pour the gasoline in there
a shower cap
protect your hair
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ask me
go ahead.

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If the darkness was as dim
as the light I feel within
I expect I would not see anything
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dr. patagonia called it acne 
similar things were said to Amy 
she was shy but knew where to visit 
and after that she knew well of a clinic 
where she could volunteer awhile 
the old men there forgot to smile 
but Amy knew a little secret 
and knew how long to keep it 
and knew when to leave it 
in a pile with all the others 
like acne popping on the mirrors 
covering every face with filth 
that Amy could identify as guilt 
which the doctor told her was healthy 
watch for shame it is more stealthy 
and turns you into a bad girl 
where as your actions only curl 
up the edges for a moment's glimpse 
you can do anything... if then you repent  
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There is nothing under here 
it is void 
not the good kind of void 
which red and golden robes discuss 

the chanting confuses me 
I am no contortionist 
my spirit would break 
so I sit still in a tiny place 

biomechanics taught me 
compression 
and torque 
bring inevitable destruction  

painted walls 
painted faces 
dead end halls 
I want a skylight 

I want a sky floor 
and sky walls 
and floating 
to places unimaginable 

everything here  
looks dead 
except for the frozen 
blades of grass 
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Our house
is made of trees 
expertly shaped
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