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Subliminal Sublimation

I am still getting accustomed to your city's traffic  I still do not call this city my own It certainly has that pinkish humor you always talked about  I miss you  Life moves slow There is a pool of rebellion  I am still learning to swim in I smoked under that underbridge, had tar removed from my man's lips  I miss you  I think of dangerous books and dangerous places  I think of non-belonging among the din of war cry  I let people touch my hands like I desired to touch yours  I miss you  There is always something better I could with my time  I could love, make love, damn it  I can walk deluded, talk incessantly in a box of cold glass  I can carry myself on mountain tops and shout I miss you  "This world, my dear, is a theatre and sometimes, sometimes I feel exhausted of being their dolled up performing arts. This world, my dear, snatches more than it could give you. This world, this world, my dear, gloats on possessio...

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