I.M.

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Wanted
like James McAvoy
cause
i don't know who i am
had a plan A
with no backup
so i'm backed up
like constipation
was my cousin
wasn't you supposed
to be famous?
yeah
but it didn't happen
no acting no rapping
no singing joy bringing
just the shadows
of solitude
so the mood
is malicious
the yellow brick road
was nothing but rubble
after a nuclear blast
so your life passed
with memories
as ethereal as wind
the Ralph Ellison machination

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