Livid seems to limit peace and rigid dreams begin to crease and when it leads to instant grief I dig in deep my skin it leaks. Avenge the piece of him deceased, the him that’s weak the pimp the freak. The friend to lead to sin and leave. I bend and breach the fence and leash. The pen they grow us in to keep. To end and cease. To win and seek. To send relief , to my kin and peeps.
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