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Aug 2013
He is not only my past, what I see, seeminly
la dangerous eternity
when he speaks he speaks of all antiquities
religiously
He is here with me
I'm tearin' B
I want him to be my past present and future
but I can't seem to past my past
because it speeds up fast
takes me away with one clap
hypnotized in my mind
blinded by
the near by
motions and wavelength
that surround my cloud nine
is this divine?
to feel this pain but maintain
the strength gained
with every moment passing,
with every holding string
striving to achieve higher consciousness so i can free the mindful brain
get that NOS boost to lift me from being criminally insane
Clean
like Poland spring.
Time to tame
The fiercest Beauty in the land
The evil eye has come to tear her to shreds
but she can't let that happen again
Its a time for healing,
a time for growth
pruning this rose bush once again
because I'm committed, its my oath.
Written by
Dunya Sun  Amurika
(Amurika)   
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