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Nothing like a writing sesh, mental sessions gotta handle them on schedule like one at a time, clocked into self, clocked out of life, more in love with peace than I ever been, make my left and right brain shake hands when I pick up a pen, donít gotta pop you I can get you hit for prolly less than a hunnid grand, million dollar thoughts spilling through this ink like Iím a paper machine, but I promise Iím clean, no papertrail, pussy got no smell, give Ďem hell, I turn thoughts like a cubed rubix, bless you after a sneeze from a Vulpix, lightiní fire to asses, dick long like the church choir he came through with the masses, holding my heart close when he eat it tongue wrapped like suspenders, squeezing the medulla so tight I ignite to write, excite my mind with your time, cute little smiley with a circle and a dotted line, am I happy or not, knock the ďGĒ off your character so when the gun jam it just
 ď-lockĒ, maybe itís writerís block tucking your soul away.
Calligraphee
Written by Calligraphee
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Random but nice
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