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The Redemption
My intervention of metaphors
Keys to Unlock hidden Doors
Inside your Mind
The Grapes are ready to make wine
Words that intoxicate then impregnate
The poem with a seed
Giving every line the nourishment it needs
With a flow so nice it truly BLEEDS
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Thoughts that ignite
Go the DISTANCE as if it was a Heavyweight fight
With metaphors that shine real bright
On air currents of wind dancing like a kite
I've over Come beat many of drum
While dwelling in slums absorbing so much pain
Teardrops called Misty Rain
From abusing constantly using
Excuses that never produced
Satisfaction just a false GRATIFICATION
So now I apply
Like a bird must fly
As many times
As there's are stars in the sky
Or the #1 Question WHY?
So understanding my own prevention
Gave me my
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