Wriiten to Me From An Old Friend
I have a millenium of material and rivers of rythem, an entire ocean of emotion that's enlightening to swim and also a forest beaten paths that be trapped inside my silloute, I have to speak to release withstanding more from the pen, an joy from the pen the line between playing to win and sin, is in and in the walk it with grace and i talk it with taste, I am that raw simply put, and I rest my case
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