me, im from the middle east, my name jarusalam
sound waves i speak conjure cubes of metatron
i can manifest the microphone i tatoo'd on my arm
and grow a flower out of it to bloom in every mind
subtle ripples emanate the petals on the pond
make a puddle of the ocean with my rain boots on
2 comments:
This is so lyrical. Somber but powerful. Thanks for sharing this.
this is damn good!
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