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I rememba' when we first hit a line or two on Timbooktu
Now some years later our paths crossed unexpectantly
At a Subway but not underground we spoke
On my dry sandwich I almost choked in a glass house where metal birds flow
You stated that I looked different but pictures never lie
Truth of the matter is that it caught me in a moment of time
Like our words smoothly graced this historical place
Rooms with electronic keys unlocked by common hands
Seen by only thousands of eyes from around the world
That two could really meet after their words already laced metrical feet
To travel we were enlisted to do but to run into each other was fate
Poetically the Footstepper was overwhelmed by your steps
Now it is up to you to kick some new words too
That this moment would be more than a line or two
Dropped after the mist has cleared from your poetic mace
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With hearts pounding and sweaty hands
Did we press our means of _expression
Discovered the past and present
How ironic life really is
To bring the past to the present and back again
Realizing the potential
Of a lost soul
Fighting the demon of self actualization
Motivation caught that mid-night train
One way
In hopes of staying lost but
Doomed to find its betrooved again
Inspiration to put pen to paper
Express and become pregnant
With thought and give birth
All at the meeting place where metal birds fly
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