Poetry

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The itch is there like this unfakeable feeling
And as it runs you down it runs you into the sealing
Once you arrive to where it gets you, it eats you and spits you out on the floor.
Unsuccessful scratch.

The itch is there like this unordered meal
And as you run it through you get closer
Once you get to were you decided to go you spit it out on the floor
Unsuccessful scratch.

The itch is there like this building volcano
And as she runs you down, you run her up to the sealing
Once you have released the thing that’s been killing you
You want to itch just a little more

Then this itch it turns to two,
The poetry is coming now, but its not coming from me
I got this chip off my shoulder, this new kid on the block
Now I’m learning and scratching cause this itch can talk.

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