The Machine In The Garden failure

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inventions are the figures of the mind
no way to cope with failure
not nearly ideal time
to illicit this behavior
regressions are the signs of changing style
these things we can endeavor
to keep with passing times
i have to cope with failure
what can i see
the same as you
i want to be
everything in you
what can you see
trying to copy you
everything to be
i am in you
processions are the easy path to smile
in line with all the others
not nearly ideal time
why should i even bother
repressions are what i live today
a lot of nothing
in my brain
i think i am a failure

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