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Pipe dreams

i grabbed my guitar and plugged it into my temper i plucked out the perils one chord at a time drop d tuned and out on the loose im wearing my best suit coloured with acromonious hues and my butt kicking shoes im dressed for the kill in it for the thrill i flushed all the pills and gave up the remedy all for feeling this edgy synergy with the audience mouthing my words like prayer they are aging gen-x-ers with the bends and millenials with debt my act of exposure on the altar of iconoclast might be the cure that finally lasts the crescendo of song ushering a vertical horizon a sunrise in the distance the curve of the earth encapsulating us all hurtling through space as i strum my guitar and i can exhale the exhaust that was in my lungs when i sucked on the pipe dreams of society the methane within turned to oxygen i can breathe i am free

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