Bypassing thoughts that have already come to mind... Like the matrix moving with the reasons limbo'd out I'm laid on paper that is white... What is it that I haven't said that could bring yet another piece of me to life.?. Listening to the way reigns are clinched to free so free expressions can find a metaphorical light... To live outside the gathering of situations saturated in the leakage taking place... Ozzing into the line of sight in the form of relativity of exchanging claims... Rested n overrated to even touch the tongue sounds finds the capability to escape... As interest in what to talk of raises the bar of intelligence aware that I need not be afraid... Allowing different ways rhymes come in clutch as letters take the wheel... Rolling from the compromise that doesn't exist for answering an other I do not feel... Freedom comes from my inner walls thickened n wiser than prior writings jus as real... N the attachments have been kept in the distance required to properly come to terms with the way syllables are erected as if steel...
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