Loose change and bullshit,
Tongue twisters and backlash,
Violent starry nights and mixed emotions,
Painful treading of earths tires.
Rolling over toes,
Babies got back,
Whistle while you work,
And you come back for more.
Arriving in the middle of the storm,
Is usually the best way to show up,
For when the winds arrive in the curls of mystery
I choke out
I sink and swim, I turn corners so others can't see the mischief Im in.
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