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Written by: Nishayel Williams

Pretty face let me touch you
Warm hands of experience...
Serving the holy triangle, 
Times rhythms expire...fire...desire, 
words re-molded a man to a higher --
transcendent fashionable sculpture. 
Bleeding clocks timing joy...
Crooked judgements shedding voidance, 
In the arms of such resistance...avoidance
Breaths apart, fumes melt the walls
Play reality howlong I know not!
Palming moments such as these
Rushes of salty waters...sliding...each
forming waves on your beach...
Don't you own it??