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Dec 2019
Cocky enough to say, you addressed it, your humble pies' all been digested, a taste of your medicine, a bitter pill to swallow, but never considered what tends to follow.. had a really sore day, it's appetizing ain't it?, tainted by your greed just to have it your way, and it's the poorest memory to numb it, love the richest sensation of emptiness that's coming from the stomach, you seen death, seems right for the moment, fall over knowing that it's all over, the overhaul from the overall weight of a cover up, feeling that the others touch luck, **** ****, don't give a ****, your mentality that ***** you in the ***, giving birth to a curse curve, curse words say "**** straight paths!", left your *** dead, get your head out your *** ***-head, you feed on your *******, never lead ****, greed at the pulpit, who's it telling lies till you lose it, moonlit at the graveyard shift real wounded, the capacity, to contain such audacity, that's BLASPHEMY, and trash indeed, hash of ****, that's blown away, and passed to thieves, the last's for me.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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