Free verse № 66755
Thinking for you
Every time
I try to rhyme
I spit forth
This bile and slim
And lock the doors
Inside my mind
The keys to which
I cannot find
And madness asks me
Where the hell Iâve been
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Free verse № 66755
2 comments
Like mine, in lime, for niggers thirsting -- a lemon fizzy blast of white crack and pink ass.
did you forget the 'e' in slime?
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