A Poetic Spasm
I walk with a lift One that you won't predict Call it a plate shift A fruit mix A musical sync I'll pause for a bit To analyse and theorize How Egyptians Made the Sphinx Call me a fixed match My results are a bias thing Gold plated brass knuckles Seem less And properly dated No relation to the calendar But it's good to be laid in Beds of Fresh lavender scents It's a complementary angle See what I did there If not Then let me untangle Bedroom sheets Lemme cover the basics Crosswords puzzle Ling Tai Chi Oh man Is always amazing Props for not evading Lays over Pringles I'm just chipping at your thoughts For a second Call me I'll pack this snack Just cause you're patient
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I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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