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**August 3, 2019

When the buffalo’s in love his horn floats the torn.

Hearts of society spreading love in a variety.

Fly swatting the deep, quieting the sheep, you people don’t think.

He sings what he believes. Thoughts inhaled too deep.

It’s how he breathes — the next move even he couldn’t relieve.

Your pain and agony to insanity. His character of no one’s bribery.

But a Channel inviting the mystic of thee.

Divine IX smacking a crime. Hell naw we don’t cry from A5.

10 years from now would you still be holding my shrine?

I don’t know who hears me, I am not crying in fear.

With trust and hope, I don’t know where the means come to continue and bloat.

I miss my girlfriend, yeah yeah, boo hoo…

But we’ve bore it all for our dreams to take off — woo hoo…

You’d miss her too, likely go crazy for not sticking next to you.

But a girls gotta do whats only in a few.

Leave to maintain a better you.

People don’t change, they grow to be a better view.

Into the self of admiring virtues.

Here art thou cry, I am not hurt away from you.


Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because it's fun once you get through the emotional part... “The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd

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