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My thoughts are loud
I know they are.

They coalesced on a fuzzy
grey damp
and then got shiny defined
with dreamy structure,
character driven
gear shifting
action and passion
as I stood up in the middle of all the cubicles
raked across the lava floor
to stand face to kao,
ordering the harajuku girl to stick out her tongue
before taking it in my mouth
all Officer-and-a-Gentleman like
and no other cubies seem to be looking my way
but I feel they can hear me.

My crusty thoughts are loud.
I know they are.