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Art is the Language of My SoulThat sweet embrace. / That comforting hold. / So cold and distant,
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Jan 4, 2012
Clickin' with BillBill keeps on calling asking for money / He laughs when I say no, and then demands me to lend it to him / He wants me to lend him his paycheck, the green to feed his family
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Jan 25, 2012
Cycle, then Cycle, AgainEnslaved / Then freedom / From freedom,
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Jan 25, 2012
Give usSavor the sweetness of bad poetry, the crooked and cockeyed words, / the lame and bumpy thoughts of oblivion / Skip out the jumbled rhythm, and just roll with it
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Jan 25, 2012
Just GrandThe room swallows its invaders, the forest green comforting yet crushing / Its comfort as hands cradling the softness of a chick, or boxing in the of the sow / She beckons to her captives, visitors unawares of her innards, her gut feelings
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Jan 25, 2012
Lonely FeetThe loneliness permeate down into the toes, walking along the sidewalk / The streets seem empty, vacant faces, hurried bodies avoiding the solace of a simple hello, their trifling stares stabbing at their incompleteness / Write pain only because the voice cannot verbalize it. We don't understand it. We don't want to
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Feb 2, 2012
Masked GreetingsSuperficial salutations, polite insincerity beckons me to smile / Yet inwardly frown, indifferently my apathy towards you is unknowing / Yet you don’t care, walking on, not even looking towards who you greeted
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Jan 25, 2012
My GraceSexy and damn cute / My hot bod and catchy face / Until I open my mouth,
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Jan 25, 2012
My Many DeathsThe many deaths I have endured, I cannot even count. / My soul has dried and cracked, / hardened to the core.
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Jan 4, 2012
Punch Wrong EgoJump start my heart, blind my ego, I have searched high and low / Into the depths of gratitude, to the highs of indifference / I am not the winner, nor the foe
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Jan 25, 2012
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