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Monday, April 13, 2015

I spend my days amongst thieves

Everywhere I turn & look

Like it’s apart of my truth

Who Iam on this lonely cruise.

I feel like a muse

Mostly to myself as something to prove

An interstate love song

A long wordy statement which leads to a duel

This is the fuel I so wish to loose

The blood which spills on my shoes

The bass that rides in on cue

Like I’ve ever had anything to lose

Drop me off at the luve

It’s where art dies on this world tour

Only fools regurgitate excellence

Like its something to behoove

Who are you?

Why are you so entitled to these moves

Pawns always protect kings


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