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  • ibthinking 51w

    Thrown

    My course has been so coarse and grim. I feel a corkscrew contorting in. I feel that theres a curse at hand for every bone that I've broken in my cursive hand. For every line that I've written on my wrist and band. I feel so bound. I miss my Grand . I hit the ground. I missed my chance. I think I'm found. Say "think again". That swollen hand is thick again. Im thinking of an exit plan. I think I can, I think I can.
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  • ibthinking 52w

    1

    I've woken to colder mornings and walked the unbeaten. I'm a heathen in the flesh, why God is he still breathing? Broken glass from the windows to the walls. A lions pride with scars from my arms to palms. Word to Psalms my lyrics touch a holey spirit.
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  • ibthinking 52w

    Street walking

    "Can you keep it real with me? If I drop down to a knee would you pray with me?"
    She gone let me enter the, center of her universe like it's meant for me.
    She be tasting mentally like homegrown let me trim her minty leaves shes my own
    Let me ride up on the beat to her home
    Why would I be in the streets shes at home
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  • ibthinking 52w

    Strange Times

    A stranger . Why does she make me nervous? I waved from behind the counter. She countered with a smile that could melt my melanin. Why does she make me shiver ? This perfect stranger. I always know when shes close because my nose just knows her scent. This PERFECT stranger. Cause while we never met I know I know you. The presence of a queen and a present state of mind of a southern bell, now that's my cup of tea. So why would she, how does she make me tremble. Its terrible, the flutter in my voice is unbearable. I wanna bear hug her beneath covers I cannot bear without her. Bare handed, her paws appalled me. No ring, so I called her the next time she caught me watching. This perfect woman no longer a stranger. Shes no longer in danger her heart will be anchored.
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  • ibthinking 52w

    Sleeplessness in the form of her

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  • ibthinking 53w

    Untitled

    Those lips bless the pen that wrote this.
    My hope is, to fill her from the bone when shes hopeless.
    Her vitamin is calcium to narrow marrows
    Im a shy fellow till she plays me like a cello
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  • ibthinking 53w

    I can tell you're fluid by the way you feel the music
    Let the shit run through you and I know you know to use it
    Girl do your thang let your body rock I love it
    Know I love your private show u kill it out in public
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  • ibthinking 53w

    Sunday Best

    I think I'm under arrest. She got me locked down.

    That's my only confession. Baby come teach me a lesson

    I need your love and your blessing I'm talking right now

    I see the way that youre moving. I get into what youre doing

    You get the screaming and oohing I'm saying bite down

    She could be my wife, now how does that sound
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  • ibthinking 53w

    Love Languages

    Show my body love. Remind me of our primitive nature. Show my body peace as your lips press ease into my skin.  It's never been easier. Your sweet nothings manifest to my everything. God made us 1 but you are my everything. With Every line I wrote I spoke to get you here. I been talking bout the queen since Kemet was on the scene We Speak in languages only few can understand.
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  • ibthinking 53w

    Mami my chocolate coated candy peach.
    Ima say my peace then show it in the sheets. Mami my side is where you know you need to be. I need a, moment to breath here comes release. Blow like the breeze she drew for me these autumn leaves.
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