Produced By Rhys Langston
Proximity feeling me inside the
Back of lines
Iâve never felt this
Stronger than when Iâm 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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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 mindâs 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 â¨thatâs only for them treatises while
The cracked chest thatâs just for the obsequious
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Never felt this way about my
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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