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Ripped Off

Buried my head in lines
of music of paper of mass confusion
I wanna tag some thoughts
track down coconspirators of execution
sifted through the cobwebs
a two-way mirror for thoughts to wander through
I wanna layer my clothes
make sure there's something underneath to pursue
because the sealed window
reminds me of homes orphaned to streets
Bridges over deadly moats
that burn with desire and fail with retreat