fresh ink slung in a display of life walkin with an angle disturbed beyond words that could ever follow.
tryin desperately to correct a turn gone wrong touchin passion with a guard let down by a familiar face so hollow.
spread like blood slain from an enemies spill spewin visions of disomfort into words lost on a empty page in time.
vivid descriptions flung carelessly with truths that connect letters into a time frame of luv wasted before the eyes.
written without images touchin the spaces in between to separate devotion of each individual curves spat.
loose hooks twistin a rhyme without a rhythm of pure emotion to relate to the moments notice of pain escapin the flow.
goin through the inevitable seized by the heart to express an angle of disbelief inchin on down the lines unclothed.
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