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Mind My Own


I have a skull And my skull hangs low When I'm walking around and I sulk Inside said head I have something that's one of a kind It's my one and only mind Call me narcissistic, call me pretentious But I love my mind, it's my precious It's alI need, I can't live without it I can't physically perform without it It is what inspires me It is what makes fires breathe All the dust in my body came to be for its purpose I see through closed eyes, thanks to it, but this free-verse is only scratching the surface Once my body finds where its tomb is It will turn back into the dust it once was But my mind will live on in my soul and my goal is to watch others like me from the other side Where ever my soul resides...
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