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My words can't be contained by these mere mortalized manuscripts, Sinking is far from what I will do, I'm compared not to wishful textile relationships/ Evasive dips into puddles of bottomless mud upon my face. It permanently stays as an African base, save face/ In either case, I rather watch them chase their tails within living hell and un-giving spell, old tears in pails along side old goals that fail/ Doubting? No sale, I've awaited this scale, remain hooked on the singled nails, Black but not ready to be mailed/ My life essence is peeled shucked & shelled, And now the new me is more difficult to figure simply, no longer lust filled but don't tempt me(My Flesh Won't Pimp Me)/ This test has not my head scratched by hand, I'm not wondering where to stand, I'M to a newer MAN! Old thoughts were fewer than, Fewer than the fruitfulness of a desert land/ Eager Yet Meager span, sunk in sand and I thunk of this......Within heat, being neat is a unwanted fan, sweated down in the race I once ran[Mind fried in pan]Militant to be all I can without fatigue at hand or fatigues wearing me down as shoes upon ground, Rubberize the wrong way, I now walk bare foot without frown¨°º¤ø„[★[BleevitT]★]„ø¤º°¨ Copyright 2008-2009 PoetryVote, Inc. All Rights ReservedTags: Swakay3000 
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