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listen hear the rain see a thousand dead umbrellas frame drowsy past hero inspirations crave the heart of hearts fake ideology retrieve snapshots of blurry nervous love kill a squalling homage to my flawed adult self sing sarcastically the edge of haves and the have not regret the worst kind of emotional mediocre promise bite little everyday paranoia lurking just below turn to extreme dark dirgey lyric mixes negotiate a kind of tribal throbbing mute the sigh to somehow lusher embrace the latest buzz use your discretion resist fragments marginalize - See: Poetry :: note :: ... april is the cruelest month ... Everywhere I go, I find a poet has been there before me. (Sigmund Freud) ...