halting my urge before eager starts to fill up
they breath coldness in my lung around my sleep
dream stars, i don't, but admire lights that never have me corrupt
a loaf of bread soaked in tears although it won't dig me deep
this is the dream, the scream in the theater, a bowl full of hope
narrate the seranade before the curtains draw
leave this empty before the stroll 'cuz higher slope is the sign of a dope
clocks knelt down in agony because my flesh remains raw
i am the undoing of my own that doesn't separate my....
lighting up the corridor that used to lodge an old bed with stale water
the rap is not over, changed, deranged, punctuating a shallow fabric of lie
blaring vocabs have me naked sincerly front of tomorrow's quarter
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