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insom knee ya
riddled and fabled to children of eid
I placed fourteen gods and wrote out miracles
fled something cold
gained stories like fruit
and for you I can whisper
I can constitute rations
feminine traits never placed grace on my delicate face
but for here
I ache
fourteen gods
and we still haven't seen heaven
Fuckin loved this piece man... real short but magnitude a diffrent feeling in each line but all lead to one meaning man and this was justa beautiful and PRECISE read ex. loved how you constructed your flow of things and the wording was picky and jotted well off. your message behind it was excellent and your own mature structure about the topic was well poised and announced man. i could imagine this in a live poetry slam. i read it to myself out loud and it sounded nice man.. loved it man no bullshit.
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Originally Posted by Mr.Write
Guess I'm the only one that got it?