There is such a stall in the moments befor3 I hit post I’d swear it’s not a part of realityTM it feels too deja vu
people tend to like when I can go on and on and on like their favorite song until the CD skips and they have to investigate
& my intention isn’t to take advantage
of your hospitality I’m just a free spirit in a global prison system don’t be mad @ me for pointing out my inmate number
You’d think it’d be my birth date but really it’s confidential I bet you know yours I bet its tattooed on your brain
I can’t help if you’re a walking psychology report
[ ssn: XXX-XXX-XXXX
your mind filled in the blanks ]
For me every X is either a void
or they left
I don’t like making this too personal but I have nowhere to put the pain
maybe the fact is
I want you to see
call me the exhibitionist
existentialist
then call me a doctor
–LM
The Lexicon 
that last stanza is fucking great, one exhibitionist existentialist to another. i mean, the whole poem is. but yeah that last bit, it really lasts
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😉 one to another thank you kindly!
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