in a redeemed place,
she speaks at a slower pace,
in a way she never said the case,
that her pitch could be from a curse,
and everyone one that admires does the glance,
it's like a race,
to her pitch that everyone have to be in their lanes,
and she takes the steps,
how long did it take for her to do that?
but truly her pitch is dispassionate,
It feels like it was never going to be there too,
She's a thicker altitude,
That the sound may imperfect the mind,
And can corrugate it's heart,
That's her pitch
©pkevin
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