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I have just enough time to tell you, there's no time left.
From a dark quasar star,
the White Beard Gods of Asgard, commune with me from afar as Light Emerald Mirage Aviators to teach me how to spit these bars
A toast to all the ladies who held the torch,
While I walked down life's dark winding path.
She is beautiful and clever,
I just have to tell her,
“ My souls under pressure,
from my heart to love you forever”.
Grab her long,
Kiss her strong,
This is where she belongs...
"Your love tainted me from within,
Was your Archangel—'til you turned me into Damien.
Regardless, still the most earnest artist,
Even as my mind departs further into darkness."
Her Body,
a Space Odyssey.

Any Scar,
a Shooting Star.
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