Daniel Bermudez My words absurd, shocks your minds mode. Differences between hot and cold unknown. Pens explode as words fall into place. Metaphors distort mistakes that erase space. Mind state replaced by he who's taste is hate. Trapped on this fake plate defined by checks, I express excess of liquid context that forms to set below your fish nets. Concepts stride, kept but uncaught. Born with the gift that some bought. Before birth my line was sought, way after the fetus has fought the pounds of pot. This is not the resurrection of past souls, this is living the only life I have ever known. It's life, destiny, death and how it unfolds is the only thing left I can control. |
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