Ran until til I tripped on loose heart strings tumbled down rabbit hole metaphors or maybe it was just a case of stairs cracked broken bruised the ego thrived and strive for new heights sights and sounds the profound belief in meaninglessness I address confess and undress skin or maybe rhyme and reason but they said 'tis the season for heart sleeve expressions minced with momentary depressions in the seismic wave of mood last night someone told me I was rude so I spit in their face and asked them how being right tastes?
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