dances around self destructing, rhythming with the time he has to write marking words and spilling venom all along a silvered tongue lying through teeth so sharp his mind racing with a pace of ectasia. Stopping only to breath and let it all go with a exhale of smoke dense as fog passing through and swaying in the air dancing along to the melody of what one could call music. you get what you deserve, you reap what you've sewn. One day maybe not today or tomorrow what you do with your seed (your life) will it grow and flourish or will it wither away? but what happens when you don't plant but keep the seed. the seed rots away and your chances disappear. Once you start something, why don't you keep up with it? Does it bother you? Once you start finish, then go to the next spot to plant, or take some time and recover if the first plant you set in was too hard. Like planting a seed, you must make sure it is the right time of year or season.
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