They tell me breath deep relax
Let the O2 calm you
But they never say it makes you rust
Till you atrophy
And turn to dust
I’m the opposite of apathy
I am digust
I wear my heart on my sleeve
But i bleach my shirts
And that shit hurts
Are we just little bubbles waiting to pop?
Or some complex super symmetry full stop
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Hey, this was one of Napster’s best poems!
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