Skaboodling c2.1

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To be transformed,

the division of self,

must and need to be done;

in order to repair

“one’s self”.

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Free this verse

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whil3 i kiss th3 sky with my stick.

while i make for the ground,

and do pound it with my

pumped up kicks.

See please any of you wanting nothing but 

to see the love of the beat

rythm of a punch and a rhyme. . .

Haha come on,

bring it on…

Whether or weathered fluctuation of imabic perserverance,

in this pentameter of epic proportions.

to ebb this irksome fever of meters,

to be is not,

yet it is,

not to be.

Aack u adage you.

Prominence of Unconsciousness: spatial sleepiness

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Come old ye faithful my wandering eye,

come senses please subdue all this,

coffee stay away.

I beg of your mercy,

do not tempt me, for i am weak the mere utterance of your empty calorie.

Sleep my beauties sleep,

go as i go to wander in the shadows of the night,

among the grass leaves of Erebor,

in the twilight sky of Rohan,

To the south I see Toril,

almost the dawn breaks, I see fire upon the skies breathing,

basking in Takhisis constellations. . .

Sweet sweet fragrance of lotus, let me hear your whisper 

among the reeds,

as i am in need of that  partial sleep.

Prominence of Unconsciousness: Rebirth

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Come up, come up.

Here you go south,

then i head on to north,

where all come from its bay to thenorthwest,

yet alone itself is a random one.

Where nowhere gets here at the now comes about here.

Then after september, comes about a wonderful species.

Yet another one begins when something ends just like that.

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@rtsydhude c17j11

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Quip oh lo ghy r3

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So you know it started this morning.

Then id start the whole thing,

again and again so i can be ready

to start anew,

Hold on though, I can end thi right now by taking an action,

in which i have nothing to do 

Just be cool as the wind and be silent.