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Flyweight
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IP:
Names aren’t important, but I could never forget a face
Nor that look in your eye when you finally got a taste
Place your hand in mine; please it’s not a lengthy journey
Bliss sits just on the other side and the ride invites life, learning
Discerning what we’ve built, to think we thought it was some how ours
Without ever earning a spot caught rotting beneath the stars
So keep the cards neatly stacked because it’s easier to take the hand
When we eventually drift apart n spark the fire of another plan
Another land already charted don’t get me started on where I’ve been
It’s an unwholesome state of scars, mistakes, faith, and discarded friends
Started to bend for others, but stopped deciding I wasn’t that flexible
Still will anyone remember my handwriting…if my suicide note’s not legible?
Edible or not is the question you decide what you choose to swallow
Usually biting off more than I can chew confused with no suit follow
Acoustic wallow, a blues riff for the future drifter’s of tomorrow
Hoping to fit and that the trip comes equipped with a niche to borrow
Ditched the car load for a pen, it’s lighter plus takes me further
Where every thought starts on a whim and ends with a blinking cursor
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be what you speak, never speak on what you be
-Sole
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