Convictions, doesn’t matter who’s right? Wrong. It’s displaced, like evictions. Leave traces, like an untimely walk, through stalked trenches.
Grab what moves you… Like you’re knocking doors off the hinges.
Excuse me, oftentimes. Find myself spiritually speaking… Exploitation fleeting.
Cradling vibes, that isn’t into people pleasing. Agree, just to be agreeing…
Develops fabled intentions. Motivations become poorly setup… unstable mentions.
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