Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup

16 August
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my heart has some dangerous neighborhoods, so beware where you try to go.

so i walk like i'm on a mission
'cuz that's the way i groove
i got more and more to do
i got less and less to prove
it took me too long to realize
that i don't take good pictures
cuz i have the kind of beauty
that moves

i am a work in progress
dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding
offering me intricate patterns of questions
rhythms that never come clean
and strengths that you still haven't seen