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| Cursive Miscellaneous Vermont Staring up at stars From the back seat of a stationwagon Carving the night Trees keep marching by Light poles blur into a stream Blazing laser beams All... These... Stars.... My thoughts are trivial pursuits My heart's a bomb that's been defused What now? There's no more use for me I'm wasting energy Muscles are weaklings Thoughts just defeat me Numbness is effortless I could get used to this Driving through Vermont Overwhelmed by the insignificance My conscience was my crutch For a heightened existence This other wordliness These... Schoolboy... Lies.... I've been deprived reality Brought up by holy ghosts and saints What now? I'm the delinquent here I'm the contagious one This heart is hopeless I feel the numbness All Hail The Atheist I could get used to this I could get used to this I could get used to this I could get used to this |
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