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one two three, counting off to the game
playing all my cards
go big or go home
unknown, uncertain, rose garden, rock gnome
sailing silver seas all the same

projecting emotions & identities
locked in patterns
broken up, broken down
like a porcupine in a midwest town
rain coming down & it’s starting to freeze

so comical this delirium
i hope to feel this way again
a chime of something new
& yet again
before this ends
let me float for just a little bit more

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