five days of peace

out of control

out of mind

don’t matter

high in spirit

less with secrets

got my sleeves rolled

scars and blunts

scattered

paper all through the streets

got my head right

focused like a deer

head light, never missing

always stretching

forward

traits of a winner

always polished, flying

even without kiwi wings

black against the sun

one with all

 

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