The Flow

Free form poetry

There is the show
Should I just go

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My mind just can't
Maybe a rant

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Time to stay
Get out of my way

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What do I do
Try to find room for two

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This trip is solo
I can't go too low

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Maybe I'll see you
In times new

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I'll make a list
Start to shake my fist

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Running in place
I can see a face

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Cowering in fear
Enemies are near

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I draw my arms
A landscape of farms

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A bounty that feeds

Caught in weeds

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Masses now starving
A new way carving

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Are we free
I cannot see

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Climbing the steps
Without any pep

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Just want it over
Eyes glazed with clover

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Body breaking down
I hate that clown

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Last breath fills
First blood spills

Flow

Reviews

[Robin]

great show of emotion and thoughts ...