trust your instincts and know your truth is intrinsic, ballistics, linguist and logistics
the world keeps spinning, could that explain how we are all twisted?
sips, lips and kicks, rubs, snugs and hugs, notions, emotions and potions
Bermuda triangle, black holes, believe it or not these things are open
my rhetoric goes in many directions, verbal reflections of conscious projections, the lost ones run circles at perplexing intersections, being lost ain't as bad as it goes, but I ponder what is worse than being lost with no where to go.
when you see the stars twinkle do you get a grasp of how fears can dwindle?
if it is better to be humble, does it fit to be nimble?
lol to myself, these words just extrapolate but the vibe is real simple
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