No well out
On the outside I’ve
summarized
my life into a series of
punch-lines,
&
around
I decorate speech
w/ pieces of old
songs/books/movies,
&
underneath
is my reality, which I
see
as an untouched
spring,
always remaining
underground
w/ all its
secrets forever
intact
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