i found from my old xanga.
flaccid moon, passing fancy
i a breeze, you a mem`ry
stay still low, on the ground
we are as real as a thot sans sound
Stop turning me off as if i was a memory.
Don`t play me like a favorite song.
Don`t think for a second you`ve caught me.
I run like a mad woman strong.
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drop of ink
a few motions
drop of thot
can cause havoc like the oceans