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My Affliction is a blatant blemish from my mouth of intelligence,
Which my heart does not contravene.
I abstain abundance in search of my own benevolence;
I am left not destroyed of everything that I accompany-
I am not then- I am now,
I do not refer

Melting into my repetitive soul to my neglected existence
Upon Certain breaths
You're the pianist that harps the ryhthms inside my soul
Rather than tragic

I am an addict
A semi automatic with braided passions as my companion
Anhiliating my vertebra-
Leaving calices on my spine

I design my own heart with rhyme,
I am the equalizer initializing fire to run away with my mind
Impatient is I...

My heart hath no interest in changing-
No interest in crossing over,
Into some form of another question-
Together we spin, into a number one

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