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12月1日 Rhyme is a giftI am prolific, intellectually gifted my mind races at the speed of sound in my ambition, my logic is found. Tap, tap ,tap my feet on the ground, brace the heavens for my bodies break through break out....break down.. This my trip to cloud 9... My fluffy fascinations make it one step closer cloud 10. My eyes see in color, my minds eyes dreams in rhyme my teeth a chatter with my beat a little off in it's time. Beads of sweat trickle as my tingling lips begin to tickle, sweet soft kisses drink you in body still as I spit this, see my face as my soul misses... the orbit to your celestial fantasy. Tap, tap, tap my feet in the heavens unconscious life has ended elevate my being to this new plane do not think that I am fruitless in this vison for I am driven. Tap, tap, tap my head against the sky my intellect my tongues new dialect never just getting by, the search and hunger for knowledge an ever fleeting task. In the end, I will be the one who will bask in the glory of true wisdom with my faith I believe that a love of rhyme will span the test of time making others believe. ~AF~ 评论 (4)
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