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rhyme capsule.
Join Date: Sep 2018
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my problem IS giving a fuck, never living it up,
lyrically un-binding, too busy rhyming about rhythm and stuff, vitamins stuffed into canals where my ligaments cut, pulling myself together with the barrel of a derringer snub, i planted seeds. for a rest. the flowerbed is enough, in bed we discussed how pillow talk makes no sense if it's just casual. causal? cause and effect is a cunt. i bit down on the only bitch that verily loved, edible love. more or less, less is moor? moors were never enough, tracing ancestry by design of cerebral touch; i notice my level's above. but i tend to be stuck, clean-cut, mean-mugged, while dragging legs through the mud. i'm astounding. i'm a sound in a vacuum. or something. you're vacuous. you're pouting. you're vapid. you're nothing. |
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