The Fractal Journal
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What I Mean (Poem)
You’re harshin my mellow baby
I don’t feel your vibe
You’re always maybe
That just ain’t my tribe
Well so
If you don’t dig it
You can go
I ain’t gotta fit
This ain’t no show
Why
There’s no reason
That you can’t try
It’s such a late season
Can’t you see that
Certainty
Isn’t a hat
At least not for me
If you want answers
Find someone who ain’t as free
Tow that line
If that’s your scene
I’ll be fine
Cause I don’t know what I mean
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