Turning what may feel like lack into realization.
sometimes the moment isn’t there sometimes the rhyme doesn’t share sometimes the song just don’t sing sometimes the rhythm got a broken wing sometimes the senses dull to the touch sometimes the winds settle in the dust sometimes the shoulders roll and slump sometimes the spine bends and hump sometimes the itch just don’t scratch sometimes the doors don’t latch sometimes the eyes don’t see sometimes the I ain’t me.
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