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Nov 2016
I'll show you what motivation is capsulized in hand or a dedicated fist
They say don't aim too high!
You'll set flame to the kid

Take a look at their eyes
when I prove levitation exist

Mediation and bless
Medication plays trick

On flows that often float above
Take into account this is a sober one
Illuminated words,
got me feeling like the holy one  
I feel inspired by the daily sun

Yet inspired by the waters,
and **** that just sinks

The depth of this inspiration
Are of shades of the abyss

Not off point but it seems that I've miss

my thoughts often go missing

Cranial Brainwaves Radioactively spitting

Instantaneous airwaves express my thoughts with precision

Welcome to my insanity, where normality is non-existent

In actuality my mentalities, far fetched

Roofless thoughts, like I'm sitting in Corvette

What is this fuckery?!

This is just word ***
STLR
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