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Feb 2013
Rhymes
like
Blinds.

Stay, masking out the light.

Of that vocabulary mime,
but just so vast while in a fight.

Or, when I'm right.
Or in a cyphe.

Just like I'm hyped just to be spoken to.

Anxiety feels me funny.
Yeah, this *****.  But
here's a joke, or two

And I make them laugh
through this gruesome mask
trying to
break castes.

To solemnly swear
never to raise thy mast.
CM Vazquez
Written by
CM Vazquez  Manhattan
(Manhattan)   
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