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ah traverse the towns with mine along and together and where deep pants shrill only alarm regulatory enzymes and my quill with butter would still lease the peace with total abandon and apartheid outlawed
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 9:14 AM UTC
eighteen days
He put his heart on the poker table ‘he’s all in’ his face grim and unquavering, he thinks he’s able but the cards are stacked against him he plays all moves but the joker beleaguers his fingers they use his mind as a bullet practice board wearing their bullet proof vest so they’re well protected He’d been on a scorching quest for disaster was given a tepid glass of love in return They said his heart was a Rubik’s cube in a Swiss bank so he pulled the funds out took the risk rather than being a ******* He spends his heart on love, he realises its like a cigarette loaded with regret rather than nicotine   so he took a cue, formed his heart back to a Rubik’s cube and put in a Swiss bank in the maze house
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
Unappreciated
your "friends" that we meet, i forget their names, my calloused palms are greased, by their  squeezing hands i remember one's a banker, or he could have said a thief, his ******** words were flanked, by my misbelief i was held hostage, you were a smiling drone, i remember when i lost to Stockholm Syndrome their Heirloom Suffix changes, on tuxedos and trust funds, my rental wears just fine, i'm not the danger shorting stocks on tuesday, while playing ball in hand, what a shame to lose me, busted seams this man I am not a banker, I am not a saint, I cannot to be trusted, I won't place the blame. I am not a proxy, I am an astronaut, But this distant world you live on, Is far from my plot
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
Heirloom Suffix
Cast the first stone We moving the streets like we queuing for judgment, In divided societies searching deviants We have lost our moral compass Our demons navigating hell Place called Home It rains umbers. Corruption termed mismanagement of funds None willing to lift a heavy stones. I was told scorpions inhabited stones’ shadows, So I won’t cast the first stone But remain in judgment for their curses I will move the street till sunset. Judged.
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
Cast the first stone