Circle Blocks

It started in a smoking horny nest,

I wouldn’t frequent there,

The once restaurant turned lounge,

No swarmed with all types,

I guess I was a creep too to be there,

With that same selfish thirst,

And that same ignorant hungry,

Wanted everything I sensed,

Projected on everything I saw,

Made promises that matched my crowd,

From an odd place of an unsound mind,

All this time learning slowly…

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