I am the lie that got repeated
the rumor that spread
the thirsty river of life
the arid fountain of youth
I am the moth bruised by Argon
the sinner, owner of rosary beads
the shapeless semiprimitive venus
the girl next door
I am the comatose conscience
the one who fell for it
the word that won't fall from the tip of your tongue
I am the straw that broke its back
the nail that scratched the black board
I am the one who ate the last piece
the one who hates the lost peace
I am the relapsing Darwinist
the eternal neophyte
the inexact equation
I am the Alpha wave
the amative reptile
the amoral protagonist
I am the asshole who drank til' the glass was half empty
I am the pebble in your shoe
I am all this, but who are you?
Two Lips
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