Measured Lines _ _

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Style is measured
in
increments
of
time
Some
people
write
some
people
rhyme
When we’ve gone
our
words
will
remain
celebrated
or not

A
writer

a
storyteller

a
wordsmith who dreams….

it really
all
feels
the
same
with
me

Words
are
the boundary lines
of
our
very existence
our
lives
measured
in
the
path
we
take

Biggie knew

Tupac too

So yes my friends write, write
and
to
yourself
be
true >
yes
write
until
the
pen
does
bend ¤
and
the
warmth
of
the
sun
is
not
felt
on
your
face
again
anymore

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