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Patience
I sit n wait, sipping on cups of crushed grapes. My mind drifts away, with each gulp I take. In a sedated state, I sit n wait. Checking the time, hoping you’ll get here fine. Anticipating that fate will bring us face to face, I sit and wait, hoping this isn’t a mistake. Do I…
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Protected
I stick with my fam, those who got my back better than any chiropract. These are crazy fools that keep it real and crude. We cum like glue and stick together like gum to shoes. We’re intense with flows of dense molasses to clog arteries and murk the masses Out to heist jewels and ready…
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Filthy Valentines [HEADLINE]
My first time ever headlining! I got the opportunity to headline the “Dirty Valentines” event @Poets_Underground_ in Amplified Ale Works’ Acid Vault, San Diego CA.
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Me vs Me
I will shine bright. For there is no fine for the illuminating light my love will shed with might. So it’s time to take on life, headfirst. Stepping through valleys of hurt to rise and climb mountain-high, prevailing over the wailing cowards that wish to drag you downwards. Each step i take will cover great…
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Lealtad Familiar
“¡Sin berrinches y zafarranchos, a trabajar el legado que nos dejo el abuelo, Es tiempo para una cabaña en el rancho!” Unidos y sin pelear, hicimos realidad las ilusiones de generaciones posteriores.
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Rise n Grind
I wake n rise for another planetary pirouette, until the moon brings it’s big shade and lays us out to rest. So I try to thrive through another day of life, though sour souls aim to threaten my aura’s glow. I WILL TAKE PRIDE IN MY EVERY STRIDE. “If I die, my seed will be…
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Sugar High
You’re a candied treat and everything you secrete is sweet. There’s no confliction or sin in my addiction to your brown sugar skin, ‘cause I lust for that high-sucrose-rush your love is known to gush. I’m a fiend of this Burmese butterscotch queen. I feel “sugar high” when you’re by my side and I haste…
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The Lodge
Eccentric Jazz pours out the front doors of the lodge’s headquarters, a welcoming greeting for lost souls and the weary, that funnels one into a rubble of creativity. Where talented oddballs and memories flourish within the walls of the sanctuary; A refuge hosting an artistically scandalous congregation of dreamers, in syncopation wishing to survive with…
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Ice Cream
The cream you drip is sweeter on every lick and each tooth I sink leaves marks on your surface. You moisten my lips and send me in bliss every time my tongue glides over your leaking mess. A “sweet tooth” is my excuse for pigging-out when eating-you-out to the last satisfying pout. I don’t retract…
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Dog Training
I haven’t felt you in a while, I wonder if my words were too vile. I regret nothing, for it’s what my heart’s barking Now muzzled, by the terrible struggle of learning to respond and not react
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