Poems from nahimk
A beat
A rhythm
A hook
A chorus
The recipe for these words to live in someone else.
The recipe for these words to reach the world.
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So deep, so deep.
Sarcasm is my towel.
Kiddie pools,
With more feet than I,
Still, I hold more gallons.
The color of my floaties,
Nor the...
I wish I listened.
My only escape is here.
This paper has wings.
I will ride it forever,
I will honor it,
No more ignoring it.