Oct 2016
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.
.
.
.
Poetry became my best friend.
A writer
.
.
with many failed attempts to bend her fire.
.
.
Arm wrestling my pen to write this.
.
.
.
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.
(Description) ur bored, not easily impressed because what i do requires thinking listening n **** , sometimes even harder than that to see the spirit and soul in it
yet i write as if im battling my hand to not write it (arm wrestle ) because its not worht it '
because YOUR THE ART whats a beauty pagent without your genius ?(synapses)
and in the END i failed to describe who she was..
yet i write as if im battling my hand to not write it (arm wrestle ) because its not worht it '
because YOUR THE ART whats a beauty pagent without your genius ?(synapses)
and in the END i failed to describe who she was..
