is it frustration or only three
three little words
they pulse in your veins
and choke you from the inside out
you let them sink in and then
1,2... YOU'RE OUT...
no time to hit a home run
just done, done and done.
and to think we came so close this time
to finishing what we begun
when I write I hear beats in my head, I write to the rhythm of my internal drum. sweet like sugar, and raw to the bone. ;RAWSUGAR;
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