of its capsulated breathes,
the murky water settles on the shore
behind my back,
are sure that you are steady,
are you ready to leave,
the doctor gave me lots a money
when he medicated me.
I open my jar
and swung back my head
it's clouded reality
where I pay rent
you got a little to scrap together
before the clock hits ten
you've been contemplating
this mirage for too long.
(you should open your hands and hold out your tongue
and open yourself to be vulnerable
its the same way inside out)
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