Posted in of the mind, poetry

Rap battles and sprouts


everyone’s dissing
like Sahara on heat
I’m just here watching
grilling some meat

calm now sprouts
come take a bite
aunt panda’s about
to beat this fight

listen now children
aunt panda’s sad
if you keep on dissing
this’ll turn out bad

this is so not kyudie
this fight’s all fake
you’ll turn out ugly
if you stay awake

tired is stupid.

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Hi! I'm Rose. I fancy myself a poet sometimes... But really, I'm just a dreamer- a wonder wanderer. Words are my photo albums.

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