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#nofucks
I don't give a **** about shining, staying fresh to death nor reclining I Just stay rhyming, grinding,finding my inner beast within rooms of my brains asylum Silence often brings peace, hope this piece can cover my eyelids, then take me to a place where my patience won't turn to violence. Goodness gracious, these ******* Pirates,Two-Time Bosses stay sliding these hours straight from my time slip. I hope their ******* time slips, I hope their hours turn to days and when their day's end! their hair will turn gray, I say **** minimum wage, I'll spray lyrical waves upon a crowd before I bath in another hourly trade. These hours just seem to shave, Potential and pure persistent, a minute is but a grain I'm a slave to its pure existence. It's funny how we perceive time as these simple digits, that's, past, present, and future now watch as my presents given.
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Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
No ***** Were Given
"Go forth, little one." I said as I reached my hand up-towards the heavens. A single **** escapes my unclasped hands towards the sky, and then beyond. Soaring tactfully on the cool breeze. "You're free at last." And at that very moment, the last of my ***** were given. Fin
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Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 9:28 PM UTC
Not a single **** was given.