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    I'm an open book when it comes to flipping these pages
    Contagious
    Like I been around for ages
    All these unfamiliar faces
    When I pound the ground and play this hand of aces
    My words are in your mouth like braces
    I'm a step up, like a whole nother level
    Settle
    Something you can't handle
    Dismantled
    Hot like a candle
    Hot wax drippin
    Over my own two feet I'm trippin
    Slippin,
    Something,
    Running from nothing
    Running from myself but still running
    Gunning,
    Winning,
    I pray but stay sinning,
    Beginning,
    Sending this how?
    Bending this how?
    Ending this now!

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    Onest’s Poems (22)

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