Picking Punchlines

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trains a runaways
like prisnors
running from their days held captive
meadic press
their minds kept active
tipping on some front page story

these tangible kept tangents
tho there logic pushes questions...
grammer holds no bounds or laws here
this be fiction
be expressive

be expressive...
reminiscing
while those aiming keep their misses...
on this little paper score card...

demons buried under us
running through dead hands they cusp
those tiny joy filled memories
gleaming
teeth be teamin with those strands

speak of teaming
this be collab.
this be what inspires writing
wont u share and show me up :D

i write one line
u write others
linking minds
we hold to sentence

4 lines
3 lines
doesn't matter
this is ramble
free of style :D

coining terms
like mine
fictitious
residents whom think delicious
of his mind
his hair grants wishes

i'd claw like cat below a door frame
i'd tame an icey wind
im game
to spend my nights in waiting quiet
if that means the more with u

ur staRR by far
but within reach
my hand i hold to urs

running mouthes...
we leave them running
often runnin
water falling

let fantasies keep thoughts on me
until i be
there standin with u