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MisEducation

Every now and then a poem catches my fingertips begging for expression reflect wisdom of the lesson reality has taken the time to teach it preach -es to my pen in a scribbled wind of ink this shyt stinks that’s the reality and truth so uncouth but the basis to...

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I’m so private that even from my pad and pen I hide keep tucked deep inside my thoughts trying not to get caught conveying images of a future past that never had a chance to last beyond communications’ misdirection and minor made major selection of hearing...