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limitations


limitations at the edge of their seat

in concert and in contraband

riping thoughts in the heart divine

and a longing for monstrous normalcy


who knows if i've looked at anything

that looked like strong and in eyes drew silence

all militant thoughts straight to the fertile minds

and cupid stands on broad shouldered tyche


spelunked a heart is still unknown

left alone the colors take more shapes

recompense for job well done will in time

be given to swollen victors

and arrows off the shins

fleeting freely the rabbit's tale

tells tolls yet to ever be paid

a sweet song of youth and forgiveness

and frame crumbles under sweet sweet pressure

and gorgeous prowlers collect the riches


limitation took me swiftly out

a crude life lived inside a bowl

awake and sounding out the words

and as if moved to finally shushed



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