Deep Well
The air blowing a steady rhythm of coolness on my skin... Behind my eyelids I watch a replay of todays sins... Feeling the pain hidden underneath the rage, like the knowledge concealed in words on a single page.. My heart beats silent.. but in the spaces of my mind there's explosions and riots...

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Dopeness!
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TIGHT....Snaps!!!
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Chills! much respect my brother and welcome to the Vibe.
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On the surface, calm... The internal, not so... Volcanic ...flow. pain and rage ...are one. Storm. One highly charged field... of dangerous emotion... held by a thin layer of conscious awareness ...where the real power resides
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