Jamming to the beat, as I take a seat.

Warm words form at the tip of my tongue.. Now this is what I call fun. My fingertips become numb.

I am inspired by so many different things at this point and time.. I am at my Prime.

I want it so bad that I can taste it. No addiction can replace it..

For this is currently and constantly calling me.

This is not a bad habit, although it is my addiction and I must have it. 

I know there are rules to this, sometimes I break them… How this works, I can also make them..

My poetry is mine so sit back,enjoy and unwind…

My Affliction my addiction.. 

The wonderful world of words..


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