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Cut the forget-me-knots. Dot the t's and cross your eyes; My balance is a flight-risk. I knew swindlers of used expressions, Their attempts: relentless!: Plucking and picking at taunt silouettes. Close calls splintered by tall tales. I held on by the skin of my teeth. Swindlers with twisted policies Racked on the broken back burner. They got scare tactics Slipping fast from mal-practice. We we're born to withstand such turbulance But just in case- i fasten my seatbelt. Knees bent and heartfelt, I render these empty spaces moldable. Heavy minutes move mountains. Little boy blue beat the big bad wolf And balance is always a flight-risk. (Written 4/12)
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Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
If This Were The Movies I'd Win, Because Good Guys Always Win
Cut the forget-me-knots. Dot the t's and cross your eyes; My balance is a flight-risk. I knew swindlers of used expressions, Their attempts: relentless!: Plucking and picking at taunt silouettes. Close calls splintered by tall tales. I held on by the skin of my teeth. Swindlers with twisted policies Racked on the broken back burner. They got scare tactics Slipping fast from mal-practice. We we're born to withstand such turbulance But just in case- i fasten my seatbelt. Knees bent and heartfelt, I render these empty spaces moldable. Heavy minutes move mountains. Little boy blue beat the big bad wolf And balance is always a flight-risk. (Written 4/12)
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Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
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