i am death on the corner laughin
i am the feeling in your gut while watchin your mom's passin
i am your face when you see your ex with her new man
i am your fingertips balled into the palm of your hand
i precipitate from your eyes when you cry to match your cloudy mood
i'm runnin late when you've got something important to do
i'm the rich to the broke man
i'm livin in the projects with a whip sittin on golden spokes and
i hate myself more than you hate me, i promise i do
man, if you only knew...

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"I don't want to be deep... I want to feel deep and use that feeling to express depth itself..."
-Konchance

my poetry:
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