addict.

4AMit's 4AM. these words are forced. my brain is screaming for inspiration. but all i've got is perspiration. my body doesn't know it's 4:05. and i'm stuck here. line after line. i'm running out or i'm out of my mind puctuation? i cant fuction its 4:09 and i wish i could say i was out of time or out of space but im still4AM
insane? insomnia AKA caffine spell check can kiss my (i'm) behind on time. and rhyme. like a cookie cutter. color inbetween the lines. jibber jabber blabbe
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your art is better than mine.
just popping by
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your art is better then mine.
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Scorre lento il tuo tempo che scivola sul velo della mia pelle nuda se oltrepassassi il confine che mi hai dato forse io non sarei qui.
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of course i love you, baby
'cause i'm alive.
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