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The doubts of tomorrow my flow's been borrowed . I never solicited for your POWER. . All I did was study the crowded, . wondered how they spent their hours . for my time is here . worries to sear .  I cut the cloth it sounds soothing to your ear. . You never met me but I helped you appear . . Afraid to get laid . or  .  obsess with getting paid? . . . Shatter the jade . remove all the fables and plays . . . . . . . These sonnets. . . . . Harmonic . . Semiotics . I know the how to study objects. . . . . . Old ways forgotten. . . New ways to solve it. . . . For money itself was the excuse of the chicken hearted.
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 12:51 PM UTC
DON'T DOUBT YOUR TOMMORROWs - read to Crystal Cruz Aybar
The doubts of tomorrow my flow's been borrowed . I never solicited for your POWER. . All I did was study the crowded, . wondered how they spent their hours . for my time is here . worries to sear .  I cut the cloth it sounds soothing to your ear. . You never met me but I helped you appear . . Afraid to get laid . or  .  obsess with getting paid? . . . Shatter the jade . remove all the fables and plays . . . . . . . These sonnets. . . . . Harmonic . . Semiotics . I know the how to study objects. . . . . . Old ways forgotten. . . New ways to solve it. . . . For money itself was the excuse of the chicken hearted.
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 12:51 PM UTC
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