Agree with Ex, this is a tight verse. When someone attacks a certain angle, like a season or a mood, fireworks usually happen. Winter is an irresistible thing to write on, and you did your thing here. The flow moved along at a gingerly pace (no PJK) which complemented the medley you presented in slideshow form.
I try to keep my cool as the liquor keeps navigating through my liver
the bearer of bad news must be hibernating through the winter
Solid intro
scars move in past tense, I’m so out of sync with tomorrow’s focus
rain circles the eye of the storm with an extra drop for my sorrow’s dosage
everything I bottled broke this hopeless trend to send a message
melancholically divided without the leg strength to withstand aggression
Nice conveyances
my nose keeps breathing the beast, hyper tension’s favorite scent
doesn’t matter if its across hail, sleet or snow paranoia paced & went
You make the content exciting and new
Keep doing it
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