To live again. Damn. To feel alive. From behind the rhymes. To feel. Softening a heart said to be of steel. To put self to use. Using truths. Gaining a respect. Becoming friends from not than the chest. As the mind calms the fuck down. To be finally found. To come from within. To live. To reclaim emotions proof. Living loose. Allowing inner makings to be seen. To breathe. To drift away from the solitude. To simply call a truce. Damn. To be more than this type man. To sink into a touch. To obtain real luv. To cross back over. To hold a her. To spark the fire that went out. There's gotta be more than the silence of sound. To pull me closer to life. With a surge that doesn't sorry circuit the mind. So thinking isn't pure emotion running wild. Ooh the wonder of such a style. To settle into the thrill. To have free will. Moving in sync with another that co exists. To set aside the shovel that digs. To return from where I had to go. To evolve as me without burying the bone. Damn. To go at it again. To just be. To escape daydreams. Leaving the lessons learned alone. To go the fuck home. To my final place in time. Resting with a mate all night. To enjoy moments lived. To once n for all whisper softly of what I have to give.
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