Whispers in the nite, like ts calling my name
Flickers in n outta focus, like a withering flame
Had sum tuff times, but honestly I shouldnt complain
Wicked intentions rarely lead 2 all out gain
At times I refrain
Purposely stat out in the rain
A part of me remains
But it still feels strange..................
thinking bout using this poem as either an intro , or maybe even a chorus 4 one of my tracks
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