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They used to call me a grass fairy Fuck them, kiss my ass, it's hairy Get ready for shit, have dysentery Words moving paper, not stationary Nor a missionary who's oh~so weary Rather wary of any untested theory Twistin' Wind & Chasin' Vibrations https://open.spotify.com/track/508vvegLpq2EXjsBEWtLB8?si=-VUQB0VMSna4uD5JsSl7-A&utm_source=copy-link https://open.spotify.com/track/1mavQ4WCzXSeL2Dm5DS4GQ?si=KV-6o0jaQtGNuYmx9qs5-Q&utm_source=copy-link
Writing 100 poems In a month & feeling accomplished Until looking up From my paper & realizing My pen has written Nothing In the book Called Life That my eyes Read everyday; Am I writing My book, or Just some Fanfiction for An imaginary Life?
Don't really talk much Now that I write words; Why worry if my words sound witty When paper makes them so pretty? Music is the movement, So I don't need my voice Making noise for my silent song; Just need my pen to sing along
Time will tell its tale Some times in the pen Others on the paper
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