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thrash crash and take out the trash

pass by cry and let the lie sincerely fade

I mean...to fade honestly would be the best thing

not to be attached to limozines and the rich tasteing crusine 

think past the pleasure and desire

but exguish the fire

prior arrangements spark tangent amazement

trapped like a slave whipped dipped shipped and now im being pimpped...

metaphorically not literally 

mentally not phyically...

shit

let me live let me live

the same fate we forgive 

let me love let me love

though itll be my graceful suicide

in the sky i glide pass the flies and birds and the bees

you see this poem isnt about me... 

it could be we...

we could take flight 

right?

you told me i could be what i wanted....

well...where are my wings...

when i speak does my voice not sing

I still feel im lacking a beak..

sheek the way you speak in those lies

strive i do as i spy...but not on you past you..right past

I see everything.