I feel the pressure on my back,
and I think my mind has cracked,
finally,

I want the blues inside my skin,
the skaly flakes,
of eager sin,
shining,

I feel it through the soles of my shoes,
the dust,
and street scum news,
whining,
...at least untill they put me in quarentine

Take this with a little water,
and brain freeze,
Then within a few hours,
you'll be flying,
...at least thats what they tell you in quarentine.
 
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