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Feb 2016
The world is like a pizza.
Circle w/ a crust.
Pepperoni rocks, tomato water
Leaves of pepper greens
Some pineapple trees
And land of cheese!
The core of pizza saver,
Mountains of Olives!

The rain of saliva's
Coming in!
And some tornado stomach
Striking free!

Please deliver the world to me!
The brochures, it's making me hungry!
When other's already got
A slice of it.
While some,
Are now tired of it.
Eternal Threshold
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