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The Norm
The portal is open I kiss my ass bye.
I jump thru the eye my lips seal my fate.
Looking back now no longer a choice,
the day turns to gray as I thrust my form.
Forming a hollow my ears start to burn,
I hear a voice calling no longer a nun.
The squeak that was oiled is slippery and wet,
I'm wanting a drink of that thats been drunk.
Desire is waiting to search for a while,
and lust is the one that's found in the end.
Apart from the school of nox in my head,
I swim for a while and wish I was dead.
Glutton's my friend, I inhale quite deeply,
Anger beside, I sleep somewhat soundly.
And where in the world has this door been opened,
or is this this world, that lies deep beneath.
Pity and guilt have become the norm,
the norm of the norm, is what I run from.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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