I want to make my attention visible
I want to make my attention clean
My lore is obviously balletic
My lore is obviously dharmic
I want to be a mirror
I want to be a window
I want to be a camera
I want to be an eyeball
I want to be a practice
I want to be a bedframe
I want to be a lamp
I want to be a room
I want to be a studio
I want to be a trash can
I want to be a New York City apartment
I want to be a mattress
I want to be everything I throw away
I want to be able to afford it
I want to be monthly
I want to be included
I want to be free
I want to be a broker's fee
I want to be free
I want my mom to love me
I want to email my idols
I want my lovers to love me
I want my kitchen to be clean
I want to be a kitchen
I want to be curtains
I want to be mold
I want to be a yoga mat
I want to be cockroaches
I want to be bullshit
I want to be a dancer
I want to be rich
I want to be true
I want it to be possible
In this city I want to be possible
In this room I want to be me
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