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.:Off Divine:.

 

On the
vine; I wanna fall
And if I had a preference itd be
straight up, bird-like
Like right now, except my wings
They would be useless things
Like faulty promises n gold rings
But yeah, I wanna soar,
Falling up while Im still sore
I wanna confess while stressed
Straight up, right thru a cloud
Wherein, my only stop
It would be the sun,
Wherein, I would light it up without the burn
But I would wanna hit it hard n loud
As loud n as hard as one can
Maybe then Id be done
Thinking that
Id won







...
kriticool
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