Poems from semper.e

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here i sit 16 cigs and 40 grams rolled up in i dont know what its just me the same cat steppin on the same shit with the same spats i spit...
i still dont know how to speak tear drops dried and dusty soul is weak i feel meek deep down i know im king stuck in a jar uncooked with...
the wind isnt blowing how strange and rare the island communicates its tired i know i speak fluently planetary non ambiguous language when...
entro en un lugar con presion de encierro el cuero huele a hierro y el hielo sangra del cuello tengo la dicha y desgracia de cargarme a un...
standing on the cliff of my own demise i consider starting over if i get another pass without clothes job shoes or cash just a mask i wear...