Breaking up is hard to move on is even harder. Memories of the deep. Creep and reach a little farther. Standing at the peak. Refusing to see the bottom. Fixated on the clouds. Absent-minded to the bed rock. Passion in the skies. Faith and I are stuck, deadlocked. Wound-up like dreadlocks. Keep it straight, No change of face, Verbage tight, No Headlocks. No brain farts, no writers block. Steady ticking like lifes clock. Better yet, just mother nature. All natural, I'm not a faker.
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