Failure
It's all good the kid's say
As the chemicals pulsating throughout the veins in my head
Morph into poison ink and into paper sink
Because I am deaf to think
Of anything but this
And fallic bliss
Touched by your kiss
And Love pocket's
In the fabric of my tomorrow
Which are merely mine to borrow
Because when you look at me
My failures are patent
And boy do I hate it
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