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I am nothing but a poet , a musea creator of spoken art
manipulator of words ; so when I speak them your heart moves with sway
My mind of youth, days of past so confused so deluded.
Unknown grounds rocky roads, departed souls.
Entwined in a world of poisonus minds, Life's trap door tryna fade the pain..The pain of life, life's pain plan.
Words of the mouth are difficult for me
I don't take my time
I don't think before I speak
But words of the fingertips
Those are to keep
60 posts in 365 days.That's one about every 6 days.To be exact, one every 6.29310345 days.If you evened it out.But as you can see,that's not how it was.With long, empty spaces of no voice,
