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Mar 2018
I spent a week turning you down in the hospital, if that's possible &
now I can plainly see that you are dense, even more denser than me
sliding with side-dish gourmands, sliced up in a roped-off boundary
behind cats ready to pounce on cream cake mountain's third bounce
where the future of 4 inbreds untimed challenges cousins unprimed
in the Kmart department of Walmart or the cart section at **** Mart
Like a ****** **** gettin' it on with a white woman, I ate cheese on
a spoon, with a hand throttling my throat so as not to puke too soon
into basins crescent-shaped, like a functioning kidney-shaped moon
You're **** when you cough, sexier than crapped-out Boris Karloff
๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†
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๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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