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Nov 9
In the crosshairs,
In the middle,
Burn their shares,
Bones so brittle.

A dog to the state,
It's you that I hate,
You clean your plate,
Deciding our fate.

Polarize the masses,
Camps in Oklahoma
Lower elites' taxes,
Ignoring meaty aroma.

A dog to the state,
It's you I hate,
You clean your plate,
Deciding our fate.

All that's unfolded,
You've been promoted,
They don't understand,
The tyranny you have planned,
Kissing **** boot,
Baby, it's a reboot,
Soon to be ****** suit,
Will be looking oh-so-cute.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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   Ben Noah Suresh
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