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Intact I am math, 

but in a blast I run fast-

somewhere above the tree line
I am seen as fine, 

but inside I am tried.


The weather doesn't help locate a song,
so I hop on a motorcycle to get gone,

I soon crash into a nearby tree, 
and lay on the ground for weeks.


The sooner I come home-
the lesser I learn how to grow,

and its never anything but my last breathe of shine that I felt my teeth grind,
gashing the enemy-
the way of the blind,

organic and prime, 
my weaknesses don't show,
so I am fine.

And while feeling fine,
in an interesting wine, 

I smell the pine,
it aches within me-
raking at my earliest pillory-

so I walk on pleased,
get paid, 
and then go spend all my pees,

with this withering game of time, 
I get hexed to know some of mine,

but I soon stop, 
eager to drop, 
1,2,3, and then four,

four strips, 
one token, 
and two years unspoken,
where I turn and spin in the door,

a splendid welcome to adore! 

What shores have washed away from the pores! 

What course I have taken to learn how to adore!

But there is a land I lived in alive-
but it just wasn't my find, 
I was there, 
but it wasn't my mind...

I wish I could scream! 

Feel mean! 

Go away unnoticed! 

Then re-arrive climbing in trees! 

Birds eat the bees,
lizards the breeze,

but character never breeds,

its gotta be seen-
understood, 
spoken and then dreamed,

before you wake to it,

just like she made ya do it,
and you jerked yourself through it,

started ta loosin' it,

got loaded,
and became a rude influence.

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