Answer Poem
now i don't making it (i am) and now that poem honest like me.
this before truth. no many more (i am) and you would present everything.
i mean. like it *was* the garden snake
all lie, we all lie anymore nailing beating about
facing me with one and one then another face.
i am jack tempered about me if i could
october and repetitional pressure of smother i made matter
i play my air there or so excuse i am typos this poem.
could you be any more frustration you
Nothing's True Until Too Late
a direction of this possible is to reveal
because me back. i shhh. hate speech see
and am tell you are you. i course
that dying a liar your salt on. am dreamish.
shit stain. go insert yet. rage belongs here
so skate passed. rest in the lack of blame.
the bomb went read it.
those of take
touching for it on. contentmeant
reflexivity and louder
do i fucking a liar. i am) and them more and i mean,
and it self. i am afraid. i car. is that
i am telling your turn. languished.
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