Things in your mind tessellate and you are not sure why
The standaround crowd leaves you alone
Your out of body experience smells like sandpaper
But feels like blades of grass in the all black palm of your hand
Blink
Breathe
Suffer
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Things in your mind tessellate and you are not sure why
The standaround crowd leaves you alone
Your out of body experience smells like sandpaper
But feels like blades of grass in the all black palm of your hand
Blink
Breathe
Suffer