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Jun 2017
Oh will you ever hear me sneeze?
Oh will you never suppress my wheeze?
The mice that blind us will one day find us
Is there no hope to **** these fleas?
But still my little heart beats for three

And somehow my blood strains out all pain
as I rebound what, all around pus
Are there no bruises I can retrieve?
Why am I chased by bees?
And these tricky trick knees?
The court denounces whatever remains

Rent's free on Skid Row or practically
It's an adolescent mind conceived in prison
Hang on Sammy Davis Junior as Jesus has risen
There's hope for alcoholics and it comes in a bottle
Hold beneath the water chicks you need to throttle
They'll fidget awfully likened to a tire in a *** hole
Cramped in warehouses and devoid of righteousness
these chicks hatch from ovals, eyes deposed in orbits
Here/there slink cats, mewling from avarice

I shamble bit-wise from postulated grievance
I'll wreck deportment in argumentative deviance
𝘚𝘢𝘻𝘺 π—•π—²π—Ώπ—Ήπ—Άπ—»π˜€π—Έπ˜†
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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   Crystal Goddess
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