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West Coast Walking
All alone is all i've ever been
miss when houses felt like a home
now more-so abandoned
as i walk around these ghost, derealization
now im on the west coast
starin at the ocean
reminds me of these flows
Melodies surfin
my skull got deep holes
here but driftin
mold the words no play-doh
in rhymes sinkin
realest never make the studio
like waves they driftin
built it up no lego
then the blocks crashin
catch em then let go
like a fishing passion
anytime i hold em too close
they begin dyin
then the water they stay afloat
and began rottin
or anytime i try to show
they're eaten by a moccasin
so i catch em then let em go
along this beach im walkin
Copyright ©
Caden Churchwell
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