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Going off

6/23/2015

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I see you gazing through the looking glass
The tunnel vision spun your lookin' ass
And that vertigo you can't go past
So right to state, at last, 
"it's but a fact you can't keep your eyes on the prize",
When there's no more room to compromise. Realize
You're the loser when it dies,
It's no him or her, it's your ass that cries
Pouring all them tears, season your pain with all them lies
Focused like a light beam now, knowing what's seen in it
Shining bright, shed that light till they believe in it
Still: they feelin' it, I'm continuin' 
Hittin' with last line like I break the fucking celibate.
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Samuel Tillman
6/26/2015 11:15:50 am

Lovely words my man. Actually had to read this out loud as I went - the rhythm wanted to be heard I guess :D

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