MY BEFUDDLEMENT
I've got something, an automated nothing,
and who do you think you are? I live
now on a cinderblock mountain with
opportunistic flights of fancy; and
nothing harder than harden the heart.
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Big Rock Candy Mountain? Yeah, yeah,
I think that fits too. My fists have struggled
with endings before, but never one like
this. If I was a myth, maybe then I could
live forever; as it is - a passing jumble
in a puzzling book, a dirty word where
only nice should be. That, my friends,
was me
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