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Space is gone, Feet off the ground, Gotta few thoughts, So I'm throwin em down. Lesson 1 learned: Gotta freshly express, Just a walk in the rain, And I'm feeling refreshed. Seeing colors and vibes, The energies flow, Got a graceful impression, Of this frequency low; Had a terrible stumble, In a wonder so deep, Felt the waves of the ocean, 20 miles from sea; Quite in tune with nature, Kissed the clouds from above, Got a taste of the winter, From the bottom of the tub; Such a cold sensation, I haven't felt in so long, Such a powerful thought, I've forgotten, forlorn. Still yet to have my tea, For the nightcap per close, Wipe the tired out my eyes, With the brew nightmare shows; Thoughts got dark for a spell, And the fence sure did squeak, Had to run from bad thoughts, And return to the creek; The place way back, In my memories deep, Where I swam with the snakes, And the dreams kept me meek. Time to call it quits, Can't connect thoughts no more, Bout to pass out for now, Leave this day-drift from shore.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
Mindl-is runnin, ma'am...
Space is gone, Feet off the ground, Gotta few thoughts, So I'm throwin em down. Lesson 1 learned: Gotta freshly express, Just a walk in the rain, And I'm feeling refreshed. Seeing colors and vibes, The energies flow, Got a graceful impression, Of this frequency low; Had a terrible stumble, In a wonder so deep, Felt the waves of the ocean, 20 miles from sea; Quite in tune with nature, Kissed the clouds from above, Got a taste of the winter, From the bottom of the tub; Such a cold sensation, I haven't felt in so long, Such a powerful thought, I've forgotten, forlorn. Still yet to have my tea, For the nightcap per close, Wipe the tired out my eyes, With the brew nightmare shows; Thoughts got dark for a spell, And the fence sure did squeak, Had to run from bad thoughts, And return to the creek; The place way back, In my memories deep, Where I swam with the snakes, And the dreams kept me meek. Time to call it quits, Can't connect thoughts no more, Bout to pass out for now, Leave this day-drift from shore.
I'm sleepy
christopher-walker
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
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