I labled it "G" rated because there's no harm in my works, depending on your veiws that is. It all just depends if you can grasp what i'm spitting.
It wasn't until my body finally moved,
that i finally heard the tick of the clock,
the cold in the air,
the room finally looked dark,
through golden "glasses" a world appeared brighter,
as if sun is constantly being shone,
skim the pavement with the tips of your toes,
walk the streets,
kiss the asphalt with each step,
not everything that is written,
needs to go on for pages.
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