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I am a firm believer in always scraping the shit off my dishes
Before I have to put them away.
Comb my hair down the line, always flattening corners.
Frayed ends on my face, they weren't built to persuade.
Fade away, not put in place.
Align! Unite the piles, come to life.
A line, you won't ever draw it twice.
Align! Wipe it down, sanitize.
Unwind, stay in for the night.
Hold it there, show me that the space between those frames is real.
I think my desk is a wreck, and this apartment's in mourning.
Can't keep it in focus when it's set to decay.
Uneven stacks of blood, and now I'm toying with danger.
Sinking closets collapse, so that they'll keep me afraid.
Fade away, not put in place.
Align! Align! Align! Like all the problems in my life.
A line, A line, A line, which straightened by the knife?
A lie, a lie, a lie: Separation unassigned.
Decide, decide, decide, which mental state am i.
Hold it there, show me how the space between your eyes is real.
Wipe it there, show me my reflection in your worried stare.
That frightened glare.
Align! With all the problems in my life.
A line! I'm numb; unorganized.
Align! take risks and then retry.
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