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Sleeper
One night I dwelt like rolling down the streets yo, then all of a sudden I felt a stream of breeze blow,
easing down on peaks thought it was some kind of freak though, realized as it zipped past my
windows flow like a sea of fireballs burning through a firewall, under the dark grey matter by quantums
for the rest of y'all. No latter to shatter time and moving you to a vex, but accoustical jets that had broke on
dimes for the cause and effect to seek second heaven maybe for a rest in this rhyme, but reaping its third path for
the shine as if persisting to score a new word, except this only spread into a gust of what I had just
heard through the platter, for me to gather in catching up with my mind plus beating down my chest like
confronting a rattler. Also more than a monster, faulty to type-cast as a bastard or a gangster. It had
many answers to what some thought was over-mastered, yes you heard the turb, down to another poetry you
better church the verd, not the murderer. Don't swervez! Don't slanderz!!
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