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I feel better, less pressure anytime I let the pen fly. I purge the words surfing thru my head , laying down the black & white, arouses shades of tickle Me pink from the arousal of seeing My Spirit on paper.
I try and try to hold, to no prevail as my labial frustration spews and echoes through halls with paper thin walls separating us from the stares, I don’t care... I DON’T CARE
In 1776 something important happened. On October 25 2012 I could tell everything about it, but the test is over I can't remember anything about it now. Molecules are important