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The Language of My Beat
A pair of dark eyes
Smokey sighs
Blink: one, two
Acid spit on leather
Tanned by blistered weather
Everyone is sick of everyone
Fights on bloody streets
Black shine and skin meets
Another puddle of you
Folded cards in the dust
Take the sickening money lust
Ace of tainted heart
His steel trap mind
Locked, no key to find
But leaking inky lies
Violent cadence on skull
Beat the boy until he's dull
Pitter patter, walk away
Escape on gravel crunch
It was more than just a hunch
Intuition of the soul
Bleached the weaponry
Stained a part of me
Footsteps: one, two
amazing!
you really know how to involve the reader and manipulate the imagery I love the juxtapositions in your work incredible talent so far! awesome! Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
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