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Awhile





It's been awhile/
I said I'd write a/
Set of rhymes for/
Each day of the year, but I've let the time of/
Day bend and writhe a-/
Way from me/
Maybe these/
Deadened eyes of/
Mine could spend a night of/
Penning my love/
Down, spreading lies from/
Truths in a record I've spun/
Enter my trust/
Only to sever ties from/
The centerline of/
My expert crime run/
Isnt this den of life fun/
I recognized a/
Better dice club/
Rolling/
My soul needs/
The treasured vice of/
Gambling, it's my Western lifeblood/
The West that I've won/
Is metal, live from/
San Diego, read my rights cause/
I'm caught, upset and dried up/
An emotional sponge/
Going to love/
Eventually, but disposing of much/
Of the hope and the brush-/
Es he has with eloping a crush/
The moments enough/
To give in favor of these hoes and his lust/
Devoted and such/
A keeper he's a disposable crutch/
Only the touch/
Of reality could expose his destruct-/
ive ways, lonely and luck-/
Less/
But fuck it/
He's blowing it up/
Focused and done/
With withholding the stuff/
That ails him/
Wears thin/
And is exploding with such/
Glaring/
Tenacity he inhales it/
And notices one/
Thing blaring/
In the tailspin/
It dares him/
To hit weather in fairness/
And it pulls him abrupt/
Coldly it rubs/
And emboldens the one/
It affects to no longer fold up and run/
And to roast in the sun/
A rose with a bud/
Unnipped/
And unclipped/
Thrown and expunged/
Closing the rush/
Of the winds' of change notable gusts/
Opening flood/
Gates with a potent disgust/
Channeled through, my own fists, the guns/
Loaded to punch/
The world in its odious guts/
Because I'm not of it/
I've got something/
In me, a stark shutter/
Effect, the dark fumbling/
With the light, a harsh blunder/
A shadow, tarp thudding/
As it shifts, stop rustling/
In the parched thundering/
And start loving/
Myself, a hard wandering/
Vagabond, arms cupping/
My heart jutting/
From my chest cavity/
I guess cavalries/
Arent coming, I march under/
The influence of immense damaging/
The next famine these/
Ghosts I detest savagely/
Have for me/
Is coming, their depth hounding me/
Its fed shallowly/
But to me they're sent challenging/
My own sense of sanity/
My allergies/
To happy things/
Are coming back slamming me/
Act casually/
But always match salaries/
With the mask hampering/
Me as I hide this damn agony/
The man doubting me/
Is in the mirror, announced palpably/
I'm scratching these/
Aspects out/
Stamping out/
These demons with previously endowed alchemy/

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