TURN OF PLAY. WE ALL HAVE OUR MOMENT IN TIME. SOME GOOD. SOME BAD. ALL FORMING LIKE A LYRICAL RHYME. TIDE IN TO FLUSH IT ALL AWAY. AS THE HEART FEELS HEAVY. JUST FOR THE TIDE TO RELEASE THE PAIN. BREAKING THE LEVY. SMILES CREATED FROM THE OUTSIDE. FELT WITHIN THE SHELL. FEELING THE THING MOST DESIRED, BELLS. SOME NEVER KNOW IT'S MEANING. GETTING LOST ON THIS COLD ROCK. ALWAYS LOOKING FOR THE NEXT BEST THING. MISSING OUT ON THE PERFECT SPOT. TURNING CORNERS. BREAKING NECKS. PEOPLE ARE A TRIP. STEPPING STONES ON NECKS MADE OF FLESH. LOSING EVERYTHING IN A HAND WILLING TO GRIP. SINKING FAST WITHOUT A MOMENT TO SPARE. AS IF ONE COULD ONLY ACT LIKE THEY CARED. BURYING BONES MISPLACED N UNGUARDED UNTIL THE UP DIGGING BY FOES. USED AGAINST ONE IN A SO CALLED RIGHTEOUS ACT OF MATURE ECHOES. PASTS CATCHING UP. BRINGING UP OLD WAYS OF LIFE. KARMA HAS SHOWN IT'S FACE N IS SLITTING ONE OPEN WITH IT'S KNIFE. STAINING THE PRESENT OF OUTRUNNING THE WRONGED. STANDING STILL. FORCED TO HEAR ONES LONG OVER DUE UNHEARD UNPLAYED SONG.
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