you could call it a party or you could call it therapy
people move into you as you move near something whole
steps and words and smokes and faults fall peaceably together...
...at this therapy or party or mindfuck whatever
cant assume a resolution will fit these lines tonight
this cold this must this time should be pure
i cant stomp the truth as i can a liar
...in this mindfuck or friends house or pocelain bed
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