I should be getting some sleep
yes,
sleep.
Something you do to make time pass while your physical being gathers energy to continue the daily grind.
I've gotten maybe,
half what's recommended.
I have to be somewhere in 8 hours.
I should be resting.
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Gold crushed smoked up bud luscious lip drug.
Smug interactions with a snide thug,
thoughts tug,
stuck on some shit like a thorn or a dagger,
dripping liquid gems and unadulterated swagger.
No matter, I've got a dime and nickle that says you don't care.
Smiling wide inside the vines with that dope stare.
Baby maybe we could get together play a game of truth or dare,
then we can really figure out the who, what, when and where.
Hold up,
don't put it there,
remember it's all said through the wild child,
naked and bare,
with soft curves and thick hair.
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The pur of recognition,
your speech starts it's infinite repetition,
message liftin',
wondered how long before they'd all be spittin'.
Maybe too long,
but that's only called simple livin'.
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Subtitles.
Her eyes are there but only when I close my own. Yeah, it's hard not to stare but I'm better off alone. Sitting stone, high upon my mossy green throne, still an silent in the morning but arise my mind at night with appetite.
The things I write don't make any sense.
Or they do but not right now and that's awful because it's just run on sentences with fillers and improper everything.
I couldn't get published if I was rich.
And that surely is saying a lot.
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