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Sep 2015
this is how I show my styles
this is how I improvise
this is how an artist cries
this is how I shed my pride
shedding tears as the ink dries
to preoccupied to even wipe my eyes
listening to my heart, closing out my mind
searching for space as I cross these lines
lost in thought, it's like I lost my mind
looking for the right words
stuck with whats left behind
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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   Cecil Miller
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