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Originally Posted by Split Eight
that brittle protective. initials whittled in benches.
I'm a little self-referential. you can tell I use stencils,
I'm still in detention, I've gotten my fill of correction
with the pills and the lessons, the thick of these lenses,
I'm quick to attention when I'm all focused up.
Im sick of sending these sentences. Think I'll go for a run,
then I write till my head hurts til
these rhymes run together, til these finals are done,
til the fine in the weather has sighed into dusk.
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too high to discuss whether i'm excited or numb
amaretto arteries and nitrogen lungs
rhyme arithmetic, violinist strum enlightenment once
a single moment is granted and if you miss it you're fucked
kisses and hugs are symbols of trust. but yo, these women are nuts
fiending ducats heavy. victims of a system corrupt
Bishop to rook, checkmate. endgame: turn your kingdom to dust
GQ certified. the juice is in the fridge, open up
ill show your sister love. dope dick to give her a buzz
filet your jugular and throw you into vinegar tubs