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letra de faces - isaac barrow

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makes me wonder how you deal with loneliness, when all this time your avoidance of loneliness was your way of deflecting inherited phoniness. we all have hiding places, just different bases. we all have different personalities, but you had two faces. we all have two faces, but only show them in certain places. we all have our places but sometimes where we show them is tasteless

we’re all tasteless and our confused faces leave us nameless, our ident-ties stripped from us deem us blameless. we’re all blameless but without our legacy we’re fameless. and now that we’re fameless we’re left with nothing but our face, or in your case, faces

innocence. in a sense innocence is just an idea disguised as my two cents before my two cents were ridden with filthy traumatic scent. in a sense innocence is a representation for the cense burning in my conscious when i’m not conscious thanks to what i intake via herbal scent

in a cent lies a penny and in the root of my pen lies not just one cent but many herbal smells that blow with ease, from the tip of my no(s)e lies a favorable answer and i smell it from my foot to my fingernails. while i scratch the surface with the thoughts that drip out of the creases between my fingers, i run my fingers along something that seems to be so tangible but at the same time palpable and i find that even as time goes on, the hands of the clock let this event linger

in telling this story i have to make sure to capture all the shots and not dwell on the positive and the negative, but when i think about it my speech is slurred like an alcoholic adolescent on a sedative. this is the last verse i’ll write about you, that’s a lie but its the bed in which i reluctantly lie, changing sheets and flipping through notepads digging for inspiration but only digging up a tombstone in which i would gladly reside because we meet our true friends when we finally die

i’m tired of this and i’m yawning over that, and before i felt these emotions i falsely represented them as nonexistent only to dwell on them after the fact. i miss you and i love you, nothing could mail these restless e-motions the correct way, and when falsely misconstrued feelings have me feel in the right direction but my natural path leads me astray

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