V.2.

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Poetry & Photo by Salma HQ

play with the pitch

he said, ‘I just wan be rich!’

we never synced the vocals, was it all just a glitch

pushed back on the board, swore i won’t see it switch

he blinked too long, lil boy your brain a whole snitch

I’m over the water signs

clear eyes and blurred lines

cheap thrills

eyes wide

with nothing but dollar signs

water runs still

in photos as one line

moves in its confines

like jazz with no bass lines

a port with no airlines

taking me nowhere

sure, they glide but she flies

‘it’s a dog eat dog world there,’ he looks down and sighs

see, I’ve seen a few dog fights but I’m not one for sidelines

heard that, rest easy, now I’ll never be your B—

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