Mixed Media Lyrics

Proximity feeling me inside the
Back of lines
I've never felt this
Stronger than when I'm inside
My own

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Mixed media
Langstónia
Came to breathe
Puckered up

Kiss never soul, feet
To toes
Acrylic rhythm, bold
Wax, mould
Stream, fold;

Encaustic lump
Canvass the neck
(Galaga shirt, castle brick
Slow reflect)

Public Solitudes
Test tubes for suicide
Of the mental nature
Load the pistol
Steal mind from the breaker

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For I
Never felt this way about my
Never felt this way about the approach of the

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Black modes, strip screwed soul
Acrylic rhythm, bold
For mind's body
To unhold, yeah

Isms bought and sold
At that cornerstone stronghold
While them shattered cardiacs deconstructs the untold That same art relegated to reactions
Full being is abstracted in pursuit
Of the counter factions

The comma, cause pause, inaction 
that's only for them treatises while
The cracked chest that's just for the obsequious

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For I
Never felt this way about my
For I
Never felt this way about my

Never felt this way about my mind
Never felt this way about my mind
Never felt this way about the approach of the

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Fixtures sold
Stripped from the ceiling and hauled unto my;
Under oath
Crossed my stars, dotted my sun rays;
Action bolt
Dead at the lock, alive right in time;
Growth in bone
Etched out, until last I found my own

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