So I confess
Posters of my excitement display stealth embarrassment across quotidian expressions epoxied across my face
I listen to the violent sounds of a quite emotional citation which outlines constructive imagination, and becomes the catalyst to the very images of self, I displace.
Markings of laughter stain my skin like a fresh tattoo, and I pull back from through follow through for the decisions I choose
Fumbling over the idea I can walk and chew on the knowledge dew the ooze from the thoughts I spew... which I then depend on to balance the rights and wrongs I do.
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