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“Forgoing the Velvet Couch”

That time I was laying my head on the banister there,

I needed that so bad,
And then you fudged up the process
By asking if I was alright
And now I don’t trust you
To walk us through this life
By parking us in front of the TV
And making us just like everyone else,
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I want something that cannot be named,
Like an undeniable force
Unfolding across my face as
Earth has mercury to
Fire it out of formatted sensibility

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