its written on my face before my lips can speak or spit the words out
theres the noose to match my heart on the sleeve
ive’ fought pavement before and at least the ground gives back a little in pebbles
my eyes can light up
the venom can fly
all sincere
take it for what it is or just duck
knuckles will eventually crack into bloody shreds
a mouth can run a fucking marathon as long as it has breath in it
mine are just tired

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