I wanted to do practice with non-rhyming couplets for this improv just to get a feel if it will delay meaning of a line.
Punctuated product of arteries
brought up to get shot like
Teenagers in backwater countries.
I wanna flow like that.
Let the pangs of my voice run
rhythm to blue screams weaving
through cracks in the pavement.
Flow is hard to come by out here,
Like water, the nape of my tongue
is basking for oxygen rich flow.
Like batches of skin grazing against
sand and stone. I wanna be a tape deck
when i grow up.
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