Home sweet home...

Three In Morning...

when we smoke that shit just go around once....

Prose

the time has come
no mistakes allowed
no heads in the clouds
deep organics
nettle leaves by the root
never shook
poly rhythm
medula kool aid sponsored
infinite relax
ever since days of beta
vhs to the fader
lost my pumps
then my suedes
now back
mid cuts prime
tender slice
sweet berry black
juice makes it shine
im still telling you
meta and pyshics dont apply
unseen to the naked eye
minus meets demise
kinetic energy is free
like love sprees
had thorns in hearts
now its steel
like starks
no snakes or sharks
try to bite
loose teeth
whistle a charm
and get sent down
with harm
with my supreme armor
tiny tremors
one chance kid.

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