When I write, I suffer.
Sticks like a famous name, you can not pencil with paper stains.
Something has already clouded my judgment.
The price we pay for expensi have faults.
Its all in me, to figure out this.
Everyday there is a dramatic story.
The price we pay for heavy thoughts.
Congestion holds all matter to novelty.
Pulling the back strings and the lines,
Changing the ordinary
The tension wi will find a way out.
The obvious can ki will the moment.
So bury awkward thoughts.
With lasting images and perfect listeners, there is no limit to the shown.
Lets change the road we take.
Right turns that could be safer,
As long as we dont make a u turn mistake.
Home is draining me out.
If this offer expires, you wi will find out.
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Hand To Hand
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