Shopping for an Avant-Garde Identity in the Bazaar of Life

Oh Sweet Martyrdom of Not Knowing How to Speak but Only Bark

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My Tongue Pronouncing Words Without Consenting to Their Utterance

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A Pile of Dumbstruck Faces Watching the Universe Function Without Them

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Working Through Disappointment to Further Disappointment to Defeat

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Are You Ready to Know that Seen from up Close Things Have No Shape?

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This Song Emanates From the Common Man Claiming His Right to Poetry

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Soon The Tears in My Eyes Will Be Blinding and Blessing at the Same Time

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Seduced by Each and Every Shiny Object I Became an Infant in a Sea of Glance

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Every Epoch Dreams the Next One, Even if it Becomes the Nightmare of the Other

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