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Letting Off Steam
Since I was 17, I went with ambitious dreams
None so lofty as wanting a novel written to hit the scene
Only problem with the grand scheme, I was lacking imagery
So I'd practice 'til I feel my wrist could bleed
Every bit of me in the flesh is how I got to grips with pens
The ink spilling from the nib's my lifeblood again
From Year 9 to 10, my avidity is heightening
My writtens are vivid and riveting, striking me like lightning
In a planet rife with darkness, my optimism beams
The sky's the limit, where some might confuse it as a breeze
When I hit the machine, notice how I flow so economically?
You better, I'm feelin' so clean, I just spared them any oxygen
© William Robert Death
None so lofty as wanting a novel written to hit the scene
Only problem with the grand scheme, I was lacking imagery
So I'd practice 'til I feel my wrist could bleed
Every bit of me in the flesh is how I got to grips with pens
The ink spilling from the nib's my lifeblood again
From Year 9 to 10, my avidity is heightening
My writtens are vivid and riveting, striking me like lightning
In a planet rife with darkness, my optimism beams
The sky's the limit, where some might confuse it as a breeze
When I hit the machine, notice how I flow so economically?
You better, I'm feelin' so clean, I just spared them any oxygen
© William Robert Death
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