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mirror fame

I’m famous, but I wasn’t supposed to be
Nor did I care to, or attempt in any way,
None of us were, just citizens.
It would appear that I wasn’t, but that’s
Just pretend,
The issue is they’re all still looking
For a reason,
that they are  our friends.
They can’t because I’m not famous
Just as I was, born free.
I wasn’t supposed to be,
None of us were: that’s the receipt.
So, why all the junk... The fans
And the state, up shitts creek
Looking for
Giants among plastic trees.
Humble black gold beneath our American feet,
Don’t worry we’ll meet back on earth
It will be sweet

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