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Return to Cups |
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I Am Every |
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Unseen forces and forward motion… |
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I am what I am … |
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Strewn about my face |
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I am what I am… |
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Shouted in a body language that resembles an epileptic disco party |
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I am what I am… |
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Flashes across my tits in close-caption for the hearing impaired |
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I am what I am… |
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Easily translated into 5 world languages |
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I am what I am |
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Available at Sex World in the Cliff Notes section |
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I am what I am |
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Apparent and unavoidable like a head on collision |
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I am what I am |
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I am every lucid image walking |
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I am a painting and a song |
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Never pronounced a national treasure |
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Never a heartfelt anthem where everyone sings along |
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I’m a challenging road with a clearly posted curvy line |
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I am what I am |
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Only the insane throw out the roadmap & white knuckle me to the end |
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I am what I am |
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Silly inner voices keep me company at night |
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I am what I am |
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They whisper promises of being celebrated someday |
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I am what I am |
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Posthumously of course… akin to Dead Man’s Curve |
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I am what I am |
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Maybe the unknown legend of some town |
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I am what I am |
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They’ll line up at my coffin with bawdy stories to share |
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I am what I am |
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I am a long hike on a short pier |
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I am a danger and emotional menace to myself |
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I’ve never been anyone’s adventurous dream |
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Nor a riveting chapter in a Psych book on a shelf |
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Professionals call this my “self-doubt” |
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I am what I am |
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A heart stained with confessions of lust |
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I am what I am |
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Withdrawn as quickly as they are deposited |
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I am what I am |
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In the end I only have words to wring |
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I am what I am |
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They advance the definition of my value |
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I am what I am |
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Culminate to a glorious aura of wholeness |
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I am what I am |
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That illuminates the “open” sign at my confession booth of love |
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I am what I am |
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I am a child’s innocence & faith walking |
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I am a porno queen with a philosophy degree |
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I’ve never been held or sheltered |
