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my shit

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so i go
typing
as fast
as mind can follow
step outside your flesh suit
let your soul rise
beyond
and
better
than those who think little thoughts
forward we move
get our kicks
through words
listening
really hearing
really fucking hearing
the words and syllables that the clueless mass of humanity
constantly speak
as writers we are GODS
so my guns remain in the holster
and the bullets
i will
keep on polishing
dare the world
i will
have been
and love to do
so
very often