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Ball
#WritcoPoemPrompt32
The sun rises and sets everyday,
An unbroken cycle of hope,
An awakening of expectations that leave me falling down a slow slope. im choking on my own throat, i cant swallow at all. i could be better with the vivid descriptions i begin to draw in your minds inside of that skull designed to listen me raw before you find out how sharp i am to a monster dull, short not tall except my money long so i can ball.
© WesleyMcvay
The sun rises and sets everyday,
An unbroken cycle of hope,
An awakening of expectations that leave me falling down a slow slope. im choking on my own throat, i cant swallow at all. i could be better with the vivid descriptions i begin to draw in your minds inside of that skull designed to listen me raw before you find out how sharp i am to a monster dull, short not tall except my money long so i can ball.
© WesleyMcvay
