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I
Shall
Pick myself with the ashes
Of these rhymes
And
Saturate my cavity walls
With the very of your smiles
Although
I feel no crush into pieces
It seems
I'm way-lost in these puzzles
Yet
Sweet nostalgic hymns
But I feel like I'm moving circus in oxymoron
I'm walking over hills the rains
Yet my head twirls beneath the vallies
I
Am confused
Like any of these
Falling stars amidst the universe
But
How do I fuse
These words you speak in obscure
A piece..
I'm confused anyways
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®Recalcitration With Excellence
historianelexano.Wordpress.com
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 6:20 AM UTC
Untitled
I
Shall
Pick myself with the ashes
Of these rhymes
And
Saturate my cavity walls
With the very of your smiles
Although
I feel no crush into pieces
It seems
I'm way-lost in these puzzles
Yet
Sweet nostalgic hymns
But I feel like I'm moving circus in oxymoron
I'm walking over hills the rains
Yet my head twirls beneath the vallies
I
Am confused
Like any of these
Falling stars amidst the universe
But
How do I fuse
These words you speak in obscure
A piece..
I'm confused anyways
Untitled
©Historian E.Lexano
®Recalcitration With Excellence
historianelexano.Wordpress.com
