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Rhythmic patterns of a lust filled miasma A lust felt through instramentals, poems and ballads Acidic nature of which burns the soul leaving the scar, but Jay's Mind gladly pays the toll Searing howl of a banshee's wrath soothes the soul of drunken heart beatin' RAT-A-TAT-TAT Hungry horns sounding off at the climax of night Certain people view this not as art but a most terrible fright Well if my bass guitar strings and melodic notes don't serve as a remedy to your anecdote Leave! go! and boa...

If I am awakened by the grace of God it is to say that I get to love you for another day If I get short of breath that usually means that I'll see you pop out from behind the scenes If my heart skips a beat like rocks across water that means times permitting my heart to grow fonder And if my stomach drops as it does day and night that means I caught your smile out the corner of my eye And if you smile or smirk at all while reading this scribe Then I've done my job and can die happy knowing th...

Personify lovemaking as pencil lead breakin me off, Spacin' me off into netherworlds in the aloft; painstakin' agony, Yet with pain comes pleasure in reliance of Mythical heavens above, not even those can palpate this shower of love... crowned is thee tooth on the melded pink rubber and metal, none shall settle for a writer without blockage no hardship was endured for this medal Won by the elite forces whom gain rights to be a muse infused with credentials to top the scribe challenged fools ...

Is it plausible to fall for those or that in which stops your heart In order for the aorta to pump blood has to be printed through my thoughts yea, I got this jones for a certain type white no less is it really jungle fever if we both suffer from color blindness I confess the pairing of us is quite odd but i pour everything out to this most indulgent of gods he's somewhat of a therapeutic method a mind most divine my soul bleeds on him like tampax four walls of protection with blockades of sy...

"In Cold Blood" as Capote had titled I leave your last breath sealed in a stone sealed vile So as to write your last will and testament as in the days of old Before it dives off the deep end of the soul Slow and subtle transcends to a fast paced ... (rework)