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life

The flow’s colder than Canada./

Spit in your ear canal;/

think of Panamá./

Heavy lyrics/

hit like/

cannonballs/

Useless usage/

will reside/

in your/

neck and arms/

Talk smack/

and you’ll/

respect the palm./

Nah, I’m just/

serious/

but umm…

I pray this/

anger will run/

and keep running/

like a/

marathon/

away/

from my face./

Rage, give me some/

distance./

Give me some/

light years./

Give me some/

space,/

so I can run/

my best race/

without/

carrying the/

properties/

of hate./

Thoughts skydive/

Into the screen/

of this phone./

I freestyle poems/

while brainstorms/

form and soak the/

soil of my lawn./