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Jul 2014
Skidding across green waters
Feet like projectiles
Mind seas of the west Nile
Delta ideas pouring through sands as they falter

Yes, I'm a bit troubled
The belief is there is no beliefs to be had
But only ideas passed and doubled
Lock it away in your brainsafe, lad
Can't do it when I'm the only one with the code
Lost in the winter and the cold huddled
It's the only pain killer I have

Everybody's picked apart in here
Not prejudice but constantly pre judging
I'd like to think it's a weapon for self defense
Break it down till everyone's predictable
Condense, haven't had a break from these thoughts since
I forced all those sheep over the fence
Hence all I can do is dream, attempts

Dilute me and drink me up, everything I do  is to cover up
Muffle your voice with brain noises, passive aggressive shut the **** up
I wanna know you, but first I need to know me
It's your turn, tell me how guilty you are
Tell me about who you are under all of your scars
ZWS
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ZWS  29/M/Richmond, VA
(29/M/Richmond, VA)   
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