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the only constantthat deserves consistencyis the d...
pummelled by the light of starswhen all that I kno...
if I come off as untruemaybe that's just what co...
Standing Eight Counts
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Thursday, June 23, 2016
if I come off as untrue
maybe that's just what comes
as the residual side effect
in inauthentic's form
when authentic means
the inconsistency
of feeling whatever it is
I feel
when I don't understand
or even know
what the hell it is
I feel
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