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My masculine is

absinthe

Perpetually cold,

brown baby and no regular joe

My potential is high

My limits are low

Lawyer on retainer in tow

I must say I have my priorities straight

My biggest worry is

wiping my daughter footprints

off my

vintage leather

vanden plas

seats

Beyond me

Walls of lights

Beyond reach

Eons of armies

Of torches touches

My divine forces

Forcing me to keep on

Speech

Speak like we are each

One in one

Glow like neon be

In signs where you needed

A sign

I drag on these

Woes of mine

Mind me not

I tie these Jordan sneaks

A plant these

Size 11s in places

You should not seek

I’m thee

ending

While beginnings in arms reach

I’m He

Not the man upstairs but

I’m me

And I’ll be fine

Just as long as pretty be on cheeks

ugly drips like oil in pan

Into coffin

six feet deep

my highs of dopamine

Not feed by dark

Nor green

I walk through the forest

And still keep light on

I’ll See,

Shadows from battles

Implanted into a manic

I keep on leash

Doing best while doing less

I plant my seed

Into dirt from past

Like I passed on

tragedy into

Comedy