PLAYOFFS ROUND TWO: #6 BROKENHAL0 vs #9 BLUE BAYOU HAL0 WINS VIA NO SHOW

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AOWL Season IX PLAYOFFS ROUND TWO
@Blue Bayou @brokenhal0

Verse Due: SATURDAY MARCH 20TH @ 11:59 PM EST


Line min: 10

Max: 60


Rules:http://www.netcees.org/showthread.php?t=145451[/b]

Topic:

[Blue Bayou]

Gluck

[brokenhal0]

''Far Rest ''
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buIPebFmEkE

Her ancestors were indigenous
princes of principality's beyond known arithmetic
isolation checks waiting on the stimulus
putting labels on white images teen runaway with some privileges
distanced herself from state benefits rather pitch a tent
and live where the rivers bend river pollution
I don't think the fish can swim
she exhales carcinogen staring at the city's skin
innocence lost before she grew titty's when
her only solace was sitting in a shady place
hoping to forget those crazy days
only if you knew the torment that tortures that baby face
she swigs a poland spring bottle half vodka half lemonade
her complexion was like a cheyenne chief hunting in plains

Smell the juniper the conifers and musk spiced arugula
she was too conceited to kill herself but she thought about it
popped a few pills until she blacked out and woke up doubting
I still remember the things she said to me
depression cutie peeling away my ego like a tangerine
out in the woods no one can hear you scream
I told her to go back home that's what your family needs
she pointed to a python hidden in the weeds
and told me that's her family's squeeze

She shared herself too many times it was like a carousel
that slowly rotates yet I perceive a blurry image
metropolis in the distance skyscrapers keep the sun hidden
wasn't built for such living but like a parasite it's stuck with her
as I sleep under the shooting stars
she's starts playing a untuned guitar
drinking tequila from a empty goober jar
when it snows Ill find a cave and build us a fire from straw
the serenity of mountains filling some void that's hollow
walking trails that the pumas follow waking up at 2' tomorrow
stumbling back to the city to make a few dollars selling used bottles

Stripped naked that's knowledge taken from me in these woods
I feel sacred and free it feels like 100 days in a week
that's the factory greed I live where the sky and the galaxy meet
she dreams big but the city never sleeps so she weeps among the foliage
of cordifolia her salty tears quench the thirst of a dying magnolia
a beautiful flower lost and alone
often times she felt like a orphan at home
her father had many faults of his own and her mother was sick
diagnosis multiple sclerosis fractured orbital bones
only if a oracle known maybe we can talk on the phone
but she had nature and that follows a different plan
in the distance that awful city slowly expands
and in that instance her soul flows through your hands...

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