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Sin throes wild
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No saint, just a beginner
Trains of thought expressing inwards
Notions from potions of black stew
Blank stares, hoping I see through
Bird boxed so my head's on swivel
Touching fabrics of any to keep feeling
Reaching for fishes to complete from reeling
Whatever is a mantra, I still find most appealing
No gas lighting, just typesetting my reality
No quit, my mind hocks spit, I just write it
Likeness ain't no style, its just really a side eye
Stories go on from stimuli, as if my world went live
The pen transcribes symbols of my corner renditions
Allz there, wash and wear, some fit, others quit
Who me, I plan 2b, so I just keep on scribing...freedom
