Samuel Salisbury

Tyga Style

As I wake from my escape
But realize my mistake
While I wait for the tide
To break
My hyperventilate
Concentrate
But that I might
Bring to
Light
The slight of
Hand
To demand the
Exchange any deranged idea of the
Velocity of the
Atrocity
Of everyday
Monotony
But Iíll bide
My time
And decide to
Keep it down
Inside,
Because
You can run but can never
Hide.




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