I've bend reality to my own whim..
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Poetry became my best friend.

 A writer
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with many failed attempts to bend her fire.
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Arm wrestling my pen to write this.
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Now imagine whats a beauty pageant without your synapses?

I've create quotes just for the exercise, this excerpt lies because it's impossible to describe what I really see in you,  her intellect was too unreal.

Arctic geography. My heart thaws out to your odyssey.

you reduce the drama for me drastically !

As we modify the weather. Your not the other half of me,

but you helped me discover half of me. 

I'm Sorry I need to be alone because you can't comfort me

like my poems.

------ Lack of moderation,/  so I've created sensation,/ Debaucheries ,/ the world's mocking me/ Stalking me/ Remixing/ Poisoning Elixirs/ The pictures i've painted /Will not be famous/ Filter out the strangest

Dichotomies started the economies / there's no third eye/ I learn the truth off the third lie/ bird eye's view of prey/They artificial with the Self sacrificial/  the fake spiritual/ instead of logically solving the issue/
seal your fate for being fake/

with one shot of the arrow/

ignore christmas carols /

got bored with the correlations of cows /

experienced the highs then said how,

NOT why, understood the lows, to flows like a shadow, my failures became the saddle /

negative energy/

the beams from the grid make it easy to walk through walls and **** ya *****!/have you stuck with my kids, at night i abduct and then sell for the highest bid but i cloned em before i sold em, so you're stuck on the poem on HOW you don't notice/ i reflect G /the better me/, the setting me up to die, so i rolled A SEVEN with one die, then sold the lie
/the (die-oh-knee-sis) dionysus, got you to be obsequious/

rhymes don't need a technique *****, i mean at least you can make money off thesis/Jesus code, natures story resold
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death ,
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rebirth,
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value
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no worth

stress
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no work

my memory , thus you wont remember me, the enemy, living in anarchy answer me this,
is it a myth , that ****** get away with wack scripts? ya ****** lack the gift of the imagination, I'm bored like satan, bored of the sayings.

Your reads.  Highs and Lows. Nose bleeds. LAZY proceeds. I never met you,  It's easy to detect you. How is it?, To live Restless, from advertisement visits?,  Some call it friendships others know it for what it is. 

 Claim your intellect!  before you claim your memory ,what's challenging to you is not challenging to me, I don't play along,  I just be. 

 Tomorrow's song I learn HOW to play along!   Tomorrow's yesterday formed as a
Crooked shape ( j /L - God) i don't fit in wit your fate, i fit in with the fake,  those who take, create,  concentrate, bait the art, they always hate from the start.

Just create the art ! LIFE'S MEANT TO BE HARD! & bizarre.

brighter than being sirius, the heart is content with the delirious, tomorrow's song, I choose HOW to play along, this is me, you seem elementary to my mercury, this lack of humility disturbs me , although I'm not worried, shock test I mock the best,  just as they clock the worst,
I'm more cursed your more nursed. I stole this verse and sold the shirts,
gone before it messed up your worked.

My memory. Thus you won't remember me.
Picture this,  I'm TWO outta seven them apprentices.! Con artist.  Im the smartest to tarnish any garbage artist regardless I'm heartless.

Picture this Im two out of seven them apprentices.....
my memory , thus you wont remember me, the enemy, living in anarchy, answer me this. is it a myth tht ****** get away with wack scripts? ya ****** lack the gift of the imagination, im bored like satan, bored of the sayings.

Different Buros,  persevered Euros.
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This new world seems twirled as the old just covered in smoke.
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Who spoke?
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No one cared....
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No one told.
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here's the code.
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  h I. g h  L. ife   O.ver   ner V.ous   E.nvy -

-  soliloquY.s   O.n  r U.ne

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It's dilirious to follow the periods ^(Time).
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The next visuals will not be easy to view!
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As you should new.>>><<<< You should old. &
As you should sold. >>> <<<< You should hold
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The paper;
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the dimension it folds,
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these new experiences help me grow,
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I'm happily  UNknown
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Proud of my so.
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Proud of my role.

The color yellow is attracted to me. Induced by flattery
                 It just wasn't my battery.>>>>>>>

For I sought out clarity......

and instantly she wanted to marry me

  if I said yes then where would that carry me?

The lone wolf has no constituent need to breed.

And yet,  The world keeps messing with me!

Reflect then learn new speech creating star seeds,

so in In a way, All my children are in need!

Just Trust in me and the color 3.

It's tough for me

To act like it's nothing to me.

At my best. Depressed.

What does it feel like to be obsess with me?

I'm numb to that shock of chi.

What happened to me?

My creativity.

Is for me to ignore my victories.

Consistency.  

It depresses me. I never get to cherish me.

All in secrecy the love for all starseeds...

Neuro analytics. /

*** is aesthetics?
                                                  The­ world is pathetic/

How much of my time have you taken? /

           The wolf has no need to read BACON/ Deeper then his will can take him. /

These low frequencies hurt mother gaia dirt layers of stratigraphy, the isotopes of the bones explains the old clones.  A zone with no sentimental tune.  

No concern to mention a common slur /get trapped in the blur peripheral glimpse I can see your curse it gets worst/
Adversus /My optimism among nurses (humanitarians)

Commercial quotes created by other commerical quotes I laugh at their notes/  

Locked inside a flock/ Lost outside the clock/ **** a pattern and a pen /They are stagnant again/ Repeating other's common sense worth about 10 cents a minute in debt with their whole lives left/

My ultra violent ray.  

My aura displayed.

Turning you crazy lost in a cave.

This  poetry as a painting

far from lazy.

As the writing speaks to me
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"I'm glad you made me."
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I reply  ******* PAY ME.