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[kritt3r]

The walls have been closing in

Like a liquid, they occupy the space by order of lowest energy

But now.

The fire waxes and wanes, like a coal, raging and red one breathe at a time. In and out, feeding energy into the space at a steady growing pace. The walls have stopped, maybe even reversed but I can’t know for sure. I can’t stop feeding the coal, lest it never become a self-sustaining fire.

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Pinnacle of personification

the peak of form, so true.

Presenting in full nude, no warts, no worries,

no flaws, just remnants from lessons past

Steady, said he

always ready

Perfectly being, a being so perfect

Welcome back P

[kritt3r]

My body is like a top,

I need momentum to keep steady state.

Sometimes you fall hard, and from a height, the top gets unbalanced.

It takes getting up, trying to build momentum, falling again and again til the top falls juuuust right. And your balanced again.

Keep falling my guy, finalement tu feras une pirouette

[kritt3r]

You have broken rules And for that you must pay with consequences Face them shoulders back, head on For you are worth the price The You, you know and trust to not break the rules

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I have been sealed in a mirror

For I am a doppelgänger these remnants of my previous host foul and putrid are a fading image, but a glimpse waltzing as it goes a shell to be shed and found a cup to be emptied and refilled to be killed and born anew

I have been seen in a mirror

For I am a doppelgänger during the shake, the quake, the rumble a sign of flesh, true un-adulterated mind and body foul and putrid raging as it goes your demon is showing your monster won't go to bed poor little child, sunk into the mirror

I have been sealed in the mirror

For I am a doppelgänger

[kritt3r]

yall told me this wasn't my job, fine. but now it's my business

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I'm flipping through realities I was thinkin it's my allergies and it's always on a saterdeys but, knowing puts my mind at ease

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The yearn

The taste of blood from biting my tongue last match and sweat with hints of shaving cream dripping onto the bottom horses. And then a rush, pocari sweat mixed with red bull.

It's incredibly loud but I can still hear the calous of my foot rubbing off on to the mat. A chorus all around us, violently erratic but constant like a mountain wind. It slowly fades to a low rumble as a clench my teeth and see the white flood the periphery.

And then nothing for 2 running minutes.

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the OG MOFOmost finemust fuckmo Fo

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subs has taken over I've trained him too well, and I can't tell if I'm just slow or he's gotten faster but by the time I'm ready, he's sure to have pushed the moment past me He can't be sedated, he can't be shut in a box. As the operator, the machine being off does little for progress But the machine's mind itself has made leaps and bounds past my control and he loves it.

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A late April Sunday

Reading in the park, when the sun goes to rain

I walk over to cover, quick enough to not be bothered.

But slow enough to remind myself the feeling of drop drop drop, that's enough.

I look down and the ground gives me a reassured dry nod

And then I look up, to see you.

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Phony bonies make me mopey

Boring stories are only fun when they're gory

I'm out of body, no longer lonely

Gangs all here, i, myself, alone me

Kill the id, make it stick

Be present, but it won't click

Sitting, thinking, a wall of bricks so thick

I can't approach it.

Can't get to him, can't get rid of it

Below, above it, he's locked in

Here I am, landlocked with him

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A reds been pouring in my mind

Blotting, blanketing the floor

I no longer leave footprints, a previous decor

I don't know where I'm going

nope. not anymore.

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I feel bad for the phoenix

for to-rise one must burn and fall

return to ash, to the default

only to relive the pain of imperfection again

a newborn, with nothing to recollect or make amend

Please get me a kleenex

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In a malaise space

From lifting social weights

New pr I got 4 plates

lost in my head

Now I got coordinates

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Blank canvas transient mind

I'm thinking of punchlines but never on time

Painting double rainbows and watermelons with thick rinds

Lost in the details, it's so fucking defined.

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bitches always wanna raw dog it

It's it a good thing I only fuck with harlots

pretty man like Brando Marlon

fuck I'm starvin'

cheffin in the kitchen; I'm not stealing your recipe I'm borrowin

and when I return it, it'll be better than it started