Monday, September 26, 2016

2.1607 : 9/26/09 : Stacks

The stacks get so high
and it’s all my fault
what to believe in
I’m sick on grains of salt
will I ever get better
as good as I demand
will I ever leave this desert
stop pounding sand
so many ways to go astray
lose all my momentum
So many other lines like this
these ideas I just rent them

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