dont ever think a chalk is only powder
leaves no strain or track there after
let me tell ya
a chalk chokes
choke thy breath you cannot breath
pierce thy throat you senses leave
sense no more
slumber then in an ore
an ore you find no gems or minerals
but chalky carbon sheen not jewels
all angles dull and mortal
shine now, is then sorrow
row and swing between arrogance and desparado
what a temper
tame me sweeper
weep my sister
well...i know my problem
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