Sophistication
And innovation
Are the price of my creation.
I'm into life and
Out of time
And things begin to blur
Into a degenerate
.... Interview ....
Of sad and slow
Skeletons in my throat.
It's not fun
Always being the one
To hold my baggage of mistakes,
Breaking down the walls
Of self-doubt.
I'm bribing the clairvoyant
Inside me
To see you.
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