Bang it’s here…bang it’s gone.
A little bit of poetry that’d been on my mind:
Lines keep coming through like some kind of flash flood
Immaculate intensity been seen as brightly as fresh blood
It doesn’t stop.
This count rolls like the seconds of time
Where I conclude this piece with a quick and simply rhyme.
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