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I AM NOT A GOD, Mom


I AM NOT A GOD but, I'm not human.

My eyes and mouth are liberal but my soul is conservative.

M head throws up garbage that I swallow

A cycle turnsssss

Rain Drops

I'm not a clean pipe but

, the ideas that flow within these drains creates the currents in the oceans,

I wash and boil my skin in the water

Tear Drops

I believe in God and I know he has blessed me

But I Still Sin

it feels good.

 

The time clicks, my mouse clicks, my heart ticks

I blink and smile at the thin air beside me

I Miss You

 

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