S – P – Ace

I travel, I create, I articulate, I Blaze.

2:4-4, I rhyme, like I speak, my words are Galore, dunno what it even means.

I spread and I shrink, you can’t out – drink me.

A battle I’ll leave you, to sip – on and think.

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Come here, come close, let’s go in, time for erosion.

Let me teach you a thing or two, about this thing called, Emotion.

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This is what I do, it happens, it was over-due.

Hold your mouth, cause you might drop a tooth.

Hold ya thoughts, cause I might just see through.

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My friend Pace called the other day.

It said:

“I’ve got some words for you, don’t you daze, I beg.

I’ve met my half. Oh, well, happy days!

I’m attracted. Yes, but I find myself to brace.

It’s not Susan. It’s her reflection. 

Just dire milking glaze.

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Speed is no race, it leaves no trace.

It calls in the stillest of nights:

“At home, you are with me, this ain’t just a phrase.”

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I call my friend Pace, but really it’s just Space.

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We consider Time, out of mutual agreement, 

Not a given. Do you believe in..?!

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Time spoke to me,

It said: “Find T, cause I’M Energy, travell-ing”

Wait a second, did the word just Speak?

Did Time just tell me, it is, indeed, Deep?

What should I do with its own Rep?

That’s a hard one, to now Kep.

Away in our minds, it has Swept.

Off of our feet, while September Crept.

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Space is the real Magician, it gives us what we call for, better than the physician.

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I never wait. Why wait on myself?! 

Am I not tied to the same bounds that bound our voices to these grounds?!

..I digress.

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It’s only Time and Space.

I mean.. It’s only me at Pace. 

Call meee?? Super-Faced!

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I intensify myself. Give me a Time and a Place.

A nice dress I might carve, out of your own Dying Grace.

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Pieces and clots, yes I Embrace. 

Gardens, I Ace.

Futures, I Raise. 

Welcome to my own Fucking Royal Race.

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Here’s to another Phase.

That one goes erased

By the Anon calamity of dear Time and Space.

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I wish we could all Fly, with such undying Base.

Am I asking for too much, out of your mental Amaze?!

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Meet me at your Place?

Maybe this time around, I bring the Peace, you bring the Lace.

OR

Maybe this time around, I’ll be your Penguin and not your Case.

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Don’t mind me, I Am, Your Space.

And I know, to Deserve, your own, same Grace.”

~ Subconscious’ Physical Ace