

So Clutchso clutch (or why to look both ways before crossing the street)So Clutch
i've been out walking and the entire time i was,
i was whispering this certain poem to myself, a poem that reminded me of you i don't know why, perhaps it was from the
fluorescent orange
screwdrivers, or the burgundy but this one was chiseled in my brain, like scribble on a rock perhaps a chunk of granite or limestone, my own private rosetta i whispered the poem over and over and over and over, losing all attention and now I lay here dying, lungs punctured, ribs smashed, hanging on to the last
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everythings cool baby...real real cool..
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The essence of the vessel is the void therein.
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You don't see with your eyes, you see with your mind.
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