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Timothy hill Jun 2017
Me
I was born with creativity, that's my mission in motion.
Too show my vast devotion, ill make the world the most epic of potion's.
Once made it shall crust the evil that's settled at its feet.
Shards of Ocean, make the sky heal from all the cast and fillers that's spilled.
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Of ideas
Timothy hill Jun 2017
You ant country until you drunk bud light.

Tight jeans and short hair.

Your unbearable lovely you cutie.
Timothy hill Jun 2017
Party goer''s with light of interest.
Will of matter, solded never yield worry.

Attention, is key when sculpture are clean.
Timothy hill Jun 2017
The water, from the torando is all around as a long duration, wave from miles it set''s at wade.

Coming from a distant wait it scares cattle away.

There ears and horn look in fray.

Because there life is a haze in a play.

When death is there resident they can't get away.

Because it has every inch and foot they will every place.

Sad it has to go this way to survive.

Many won't under stand there essences   because there hungry  is all they see.

Crazy world we live in when life is a kite race.
Timothy hill Jun 2017
1 Is it but plants that givith, us breath and from whence they cut our air short, its a trust in set, hold no flame to night that weeps.
For one day are shackle's bleed new way.

Lip stick on walls efforts about nodding.
Deeds untouched and sliding arm's grin.
Fulfilling connection's legend's fashioned  rice ribbon's.
 
Awoke her slumber with lion's at her bay, what he and she where to about say.

2Fade too...
Asylum, night crawlers mourn the heat that kills.
Juices spill from the nurses garment, and the Doctor's chairs rusted.
Thundering unhealthy sins a waiter cell awaits his men.
Meditate sloppy jeans from cutting he bleeds and scars that hold greed.

Envelopes his trust from pictures and ids that when each tried to escape there remain's lost weight.
This three sequences of a same peace.
Timothy hill Jun 2017
Asylum, night crawlers mourn the heat that kills.
Juices spill from the nurses garment and the Doctor's chairs rusted.
Thundering unhealthy sins a waiter cell awaits his men.
Meditate sloppy jeans from cutting he bleeds and scars that hold greed.
Envelopes his trust from pictures and ids that when each tried to escape there remain lost weight.



Nods from the top of the ceiling backdrop made of bones.
Softened flights board blue, black, white, suits.
Tremors like quicksand they "seek and destroy" with there own set up plains.
Timothy hill Jun 2017
Lip stick on walls efforts about nodding.
Deeds untouched and sliding arm's grin.
Fulfilling connection's legend's fashioned  rice ribbon's.

Awoke her slumber with lions at her bay, what he and she where to about say.
Random word fixtures
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