Crows in the Winter

Crows in the winter. Two to the west, three to the right.

Looks like a fat p. Diddy coming out the matrix.

I want you in the world with me and paid.

Black, blue, orange, spwring door stepping’

Heads I win, tails you lose it’s all how you choice, you want it. Du out cold look how you trying to ricky martin, trying to tuneshit fro the bottle of a beam jar.

Analet too much regret.

Left like a banishee.

A button pops off my pants; I’m still picking them up. Flash. Weights cypress sword into it’s shealth. Wax up the city.

A beggar disguised to pick not and eat. Cabbage Stew; neighbors left the oven on.  Calm, density. Feel those magnets, Charlie sharktooth voodoo spits djeep.

Forgot about sleep, take medz for the stress hitting flats back of my head looking like a pothole.

Voices in the windows ( you know the place) low down at the market. R. Kelly still in the background. Brooklyn’s belly, breaking my ankle, flipping inside out. The shimmy setback a crimson idiot stutter bitch cheeky.

Peptobismal tablets still by the door. Ready to body big dtbs doorknob shadows.

Your mind on me in the final throw or end with a mysterious headache if my ass don’t hit the door. Buttercup. Cbass, big horn dodge, blinkblink, ram. Quitased squirt. I’d rather lay or back chill before heart he the many. It’s just the plot. (It’s me) bitch gone nowhere.

No best walking cat. Marked by self bound by smootridge. Mms msm smm you decide c. Trying to get a job, just need honeycomb and cumin. The more I run to the city; the more light breaks fast.

Bathing in aloe vera, no incense. Run my finger up and down your back like scoliosis.

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