Presence of my Past

Wed, 07/09/2014 - 12:39 -- abell06

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Past Preparation Presenting Present Presentations.

Practice Patients, Practice Performing Perfect Plays.

Maybe on perfect days I can do bad things in such perfect ways.

And such perfect lays, 180 degrees. And so we see how far the line goes.

Because the lying to stop some where right?

Me and my friends say all that happen in the dark must come to light despite how dark the world is maybe there's light when the world ends.

Now let me tell you about all of my past girl friends, they word fixers. But i Scream leave Sane the Same.

But they mix it all up and you feed off what they saying like trail mix. Which puts me in a Great Depression

But this Practice Performing Perfect Plays leaves you with the impression that i will never lessen, listen there are lessons to be learned here.

The devil so deceitful he will lead you the wrong direction but take you the right depth.

Now ain't that a blessing. Taking them demons out of my demonstration.

Having a conversation with an artist about all of his creations, looking to heaven telling Her how I fell in love with an illustration.

But love take time, so we mustn't let it rape it.

All ways stay patient , because we're all patients of life , and i let you be my medication.

The Presence of my Past

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