line after line, focusing the mind.
inside molding, bulging and contending.
muscular knowledge exposed, irritating foes.
confronting the world, pretty little girl.
with purpose, because no one can hurt this.
thinking thoughts, within me i'm caught.
dreaming of ways, to end the perfect day.
rhyming without rhythm, more i'll give them.
i run deep down, drag it out without sound.
kicking as it screams, fulfilling dreams.
i can not be broken, yet some are hoping.
free to speak the mind, buried in my time.
beneath the bone, lays a muted tone.
tuning out this rock, yet it has a sweet spot.
tickled just right, you might get a fight.
verbal bashing, words lashing.
yelled aloud, vulgar and foul.
a peaceful as i may seem, don't lean.
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