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Is that my heart in your pocket or are you just happy to hurt me?   What’s a masterpiece like you doing with a disaster like me?   Hey, you see my friend over there? He wants to know if you think I’m stable?
I would say Shel Silverstein was our first friend That's how we learned where the sidewalk ends.  Bet you thought this poem was going to rhyme But that was the only line I could get out my mind (just kidding) head . 
It started with a big boom Matter, thought, a spark, she forms She emerges from this She has nothing to show   She begins to grow
the Stars make me happy. the Way they’ve lived an eternity evolving, but not changing.
I dicern the uncomforting sensation to excavate the catacombs of my physiognomy.  I exhibit my excavational tool, and begin to bore within the caves of my profile. The sensation is overwhelming, almost as if
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