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part one: the past
my spine felt like a piece of fabric twisted up and starched
with old murky water so stiff

part two: the present
i feel like my spine is a piece of wire and i'm walking around
suspended by my own bliss

part three: the future
who knows?
you and i... we don't like to plan




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