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Paper and Pens

I think outside the box
Because I’m off the equinox
I can walk and talk
But I’m not a paradox
Because I got the lock
 
Is this the realist
If all I do is rhyme about
This life I have to deal with
 
Damn off to work,
They watch the show
I sell them booze
But I want something more
To take away these blues
Invoke the gifts, my core
So I can never lose
My soul, my thoughts
And all the things I’ve proved
 
Honestly
An extension of me
Is writing
Paper and pens
Treasures and keys
Can create what’s yours
In originality

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