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I feel like telling my family secrets
Airing out al the dirty drawls & panties
Even grandma & grandpa’s bloomers
Can catch some sunlight
A dream keeps waking me
Holding on to an empty envelope
A box on the garage floor
The shock of it all splitting me
Into more than two dualities
Red painted pavement camouflaging
The stains too sick to hide pain
Torn up patterns held together by
The last of alive more profound
Than gravity pulling me down
In a nanosecond turning back
The clock to change direction
It’s a shame to call it sane
Too many pills down the drain
Trying to snake out the clog
