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Rhymes
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You were a rhyme who mattered, a being who slipped all too often.
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This hunger drives me, no brakes. My flow of literacy releases dopamine, addicting like I'm dope selling to these fiends. It's literature fire, literal torture with these words. It's my element of art, ammo to my artillery of arsenals. Spit these words of ammo in reverse flow, subliminal speeches from prophets in the past like church rehearsals. Head shots to all without spiritual info., filled coffins of ignorance, streets lined up with a hearse full.
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― The Land Flowing With Milk And Honey
― The Land Flowing With Milk And Honey
