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When it rains it pours, the blood rises and it strikes a chord, am I after friends pinned up on boards, or a family portrait watered down, no more.. Two lanes leads unknowingly into next sec, tick tock, minutes sweeps, I'll be your fore.. Put my thoughts into factions, preventative measures, I'm torn.. Is it time, is it lore.. I fought for back then, sentimental pleasure, story's born.. Onto next, what have I done, I'm scorned.. Sorting out treasures endeavor, low and behold, emotions I've adorned..

G.36

Walking with conviction, jogging for renditions, chemicals scream, take me away, rob me for a vision.. What lies before, is left behind, for a passion, aught we live in.. Despite the crime to counteract opposite kind, love the hate, design your act of mind, intrinsic.. To paint, relay, direct, and play, words and actions butts head, sound off captions.. To do is what can be, but right now, the escape is meant to flee.. The mental feeds what you can't hold, see.. A reality in wake of a dream, when I sleep, it's now it seems.. 

Surely, But No

Test test hey hey. Check 1 okay. *Expletive*in’ trying somethin’ different. Roses are red, violets are *Expletive*ing royal, you shall not dread, in the heat of the boil. My extra thread is pre packed in foil. Half baked head, combustion… Now spoiled. Synecdoche approach me, tee hee.