there's gotta be a curriculum too
and a teacher and a student
and other roles as well
I guess
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If there’s a part of me you’ll understand
It’ll be forever chained in your awareness
And I will be a picture framed
Of your hints wishes and needs
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On a day you open the door
Hanging upon a keyhole
All those epitomes of yourself
Lying on your doorstep
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the mind a mind
disciplined on a broken spine
and a heart struck emo
sometimes so hard to merely survive
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One cannot take the words back
especially if you experience
punishment by silence
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a living one spat out of from the dead sea
typographical arche visual visionary
inperience
a cat walk designs might shatter her
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but your eyes are always made of sorrow
bathed in a tear guardian of my soul
take care I say it's ok
the lips away part goodbye
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