Drip They Go (Back to Square One)
Course of Lightning
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Begrudge you who ignores my stares, the labour intensive snares and cappella bells.
To which lies create upmost pride, blindness intensify cries to fights.
Curses of tomorrow rings inside lips. Whips, chains break hips,
Though so, I sit beside squares, all seem to melt to drips.
Words no longer function, no, not anymore they-
All trade to rows, rows and rows of-
People whom I know and-
Love, those whom-
I love.
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Sincerely,
#WeBelieveInYouKris
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