Word Smith
Sharp with the quick wit
Hold tight to the flow
Before you know you gonna get sick
Fill phrases so fast
My metaphors can't fully fit
The space between the walls of your skull
Where I inject it
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- Day 274: I do believe
- Day 273: Injustice League
- Day 272: I've Seen enough to know
- Day 271: Words Like Leaves v 1
- Day 270: Pieces of my heart
- Day 269: The Letter For My Past
- Day 268: Effit
- Day 267: Fate
- Day 266: The Walk
- Day 265: Word Smith
- Day 264: More than Words
- Day 263: American Pride
- Day 262: Jack The RIpper's Silent Prayer
- Day 261: The come down from the laughing high
- Day 260: Is there a reason
- Day 259: I love that sound
- Day 258: Insomnia
- Day 257: Do What You Do
- Day 256: Art of Trance
- Day 255: Accidental Prophesy
- Day 254: Indwelling
- Day 253: Do I have the courage to give up comfort?
- Day 252: Letter to my unborn child 2
- Day 251: Scapegoat
- Day 250: Weebles Wobble But They Don't Fall Down
- Day 249: To My Mom and My Sister....
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- Day 246: Mole Man
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