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title
sense
of
it
id
sense-of-it
genre
verse
project
title
autocento
of
the
breakfast
table
class
autocento
i
only
write
poems
on
the
bus
anymore
i
sit
far
in
the
back
to
be
alone
i
mark
black
things
on
white
things
in
a
black
thing
i
try
to
make
sense
of
it
every
time
i
see
a
plastic
bag
in
the
wind
i
think
this
is
the
most
beautiful
thing
i've
ever
seen
most
of
my
life
i
relate
to
something
on
the
tv
this
is
how
i
try
to
make
sense
of
it
the
talking
heads
song
stop
making
sense
stop
is
about
a
girlfriend
caught
cheating
and
willed
oblivion
the
song's
real
title
is
girlfriend
is
better
but
lying
about
it
is
a
way
i
try
to
make
sense
of
it
the
day
after
i
lost
her
i
found
you
again
your
face
made
a
plastic
bag
of
my
heart
your
eyes
were
the
wind
pushing
the
bus
forward
i
couldn't
make
sense
of
it
stop
https
www
youtube
com
watch
v
9r7x3f2gfz4
this
is
the
most
beautiful
thing
i've
ever
seen
https
www
youtube
com
watch
v
qssvnjj5moo
the
wind
cold-wind
html
lying
the-night-we-met
html
the
bus
stagnant
html