i half don't belong inside this world
i dip my fingers in so often
but they come out dry and and without gold
my world is made up of watercolour
too powder to let me go
i walk on eggshell
and touch sherbet lemon and raspberry walls
i am the stunted intellectual
the tortured artist with the high brow
and when i open my mouth
i mispronounce words i cannot spell
i am the dream junkie
chasing that cloud nine
swimming in sheets and nicotine addiction
giving new highs a low
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