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Oct 2016
I think about a flower and learn beauty can devour

take a breather, take a shower to come out in half an hour

feel the steam then feel the power go

I'm feeling mighty powerful

words are like a *** of gold

my mind is thick as ice

whats the price of cold?

I round about in life I'm a bicycle

eyes are wide, nothing is impossible

everything that's here is possible

Honest, though...your mind is closed.

my thoughts are open never gasping for air...the negative haunts so your grasping with fear...ever think what you think isn't there? Blurred focus to the spaces are near..divided by false movements, mass illusions equal rash confusion...letters turn into words are useless...go-ahead take shot with Cupid.

Curved arrows stay sharp like the beak of a sparrow..Soak it in, let it drown in your sorrows..on the decline will I slip tomorrow? negative mind but I'm quick to borrow..the positive side of my novelist mind is equipped to define.

I'm as quick as a kick to the spine..as swift as the flip of a dime..take a peek with the squint of an eye, sit or just stand...by my side and soon you will find..how stories and feelings collide, welcome to my mind.
STLR
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