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too many movements?
too rash?
to early?
or maybe too soon to guess.
i'm just a mooney
not like sleepwalkers
more like been mooned
for days
brain is in tatters
patchwork of haphazardly sewn together long overdue tales and album covers
i wager you'd hazard a guess
don't worry
on scraps of paper drawn in lines that hang like a wet letter
from someone you thought you knew better
you will understand my mess
it's not something i could use to impress
but it is something more than less.
fairness? see my sleeveless shirts?
they are too tight for comfort
barely cover my heart, like a piece of dirt.
i am never one to openly hurt