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Friday, December 11, 2015

brain like a book

Your garbled plots so think and dense and twisty don't make any sense
I see them spelled out plain as day, in squiggly lines on matter gray
I can read your brain
like a book
I can read your brain
like a book, but it's gibberish, dear
you should try to think more clear

the first few chapters lost their hold when you gave up on the lies you sold
between the lines I read out loud to your increasing shame and doubt,
I can read your brain
like a book
I can read your brain
like a book, but it's gibberish, dear.
You should try to think more clear.

I can read your brain
like a book
I can read your brain
like a book, but it's gibberish, dear.
You should try to think more clear.


What if you really wanted to put it out there in ink?
What if you came out and say what you try so hard not to think?
Why do you try to conceal, when it's spelled out plain to see?
And I -

I can read.

I can read your brain
like a book
I can read your brain
like a book, but it's gibberish, dear.
You should try to think more clear.

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