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Chauncey Billups
Scarred by baby's breath,
I hang in a broken doorway,
My breathing space is being penetrated,
By yesterdays, and haunted by the past.
Suffocating in guilt,
Above my head,
I've lost all growth,
I must be dead.
Build-up wipes dirty the clean slate,
Where am I going,
At such an incredible speed,
I take up the sky.
So where is now? If tomorrow's yesterday is now,
Lottery-drawn numbers choose via instinct,
Beware of the shiny logs.
What the f*** are shiny logs?
The old woman in the clouds,
Was so wise,
Why'd she have to die,
So early tomorrow.
Tired as hell...
Sleep deprived...
Chauncey Billups
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