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Mar 2020
Preceeding self fulfillment
Was a wasted land
The makings of a safe hand
To raise the heavens
From a place of self deprivation
Deprication and deliverance
From a slipping time
Wishing lies
Would lose the definition
Of words to fit
Emotions in a gifted mind
The light becomes
A different split
That rips existence
Into Jean's that fit my thighs
And twist my *** too look like
Michelle. That **** little
Hotty fox
Your my oxygen in a misty fog
With ****** softness in your body's
Blind.
The water of a drop that stops
The flow of Carter to a halter top
Like falters not
An option
When you rock with god
He frees you all
To beat the odds
Feeds you all
And believes you all
He loves the life you possess
He seen it all.
Like believe me y'all
Do you believe in god?
Or Do you dream at all.
I'm not swallowing
This intolerance with out you
Seeing all the love
With in
A sea of loss
And still needing god to grieve your loss...
I'm his *****. And I believe it all.
What once was demonly involved
And seemingly self involved
Mental health a fleeting thought
In lots of drugs
And disconnection from the human
Law. A meaning
Of connection feeding all
A seamless logic that sees every angle
Untill it reads em all
The very script against the bleeding
Words written on the christmas wall.
Not finished all...
I've controlled every aspect.
Of perceivable existence
Untill this prison
Seems so distant from conviction
Of a different law
I'm more in witsec. Hiding
My self from criminals
That all live in similar walls
I'm sick of my intentions
I need some different walls
Or either in a prison
Meant for ****** thoughts
There not
Their really hot
I need **** alot
Oh **** that little thought
Jordan Gablehouse
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Jordan Gablehouse  27/Two-Spirit/Canada
(27/Two-Spirit/Canada)   
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