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I thought I was a living God,   I was brought-up-by-poetry, I was just an unjust fraud, I applaud : the , "keep on just sewing me," I nod to go toe2toe 4 every  blow4blow, blowing, me I clawed up shot up, yup I got up got caught . Taught, I all for naught. Not the way I was brought up. Yeah, man I can kick it. Yeah, this sick stick em up kid. Mr. Black-and-blue how you got caught with each low elbow so low, burned& turned: head-is-full, pedestal pirate, a tyrant,   that forgot about poetry. beat by a trick-by-trick treat, so sweet gets to be ****** So, ******             a rich nose itch to be sneezy. I unknowing, I queasy   I paid the cost to get lost, and uneasy, easygoing was easy,   I used. To tease me, U'used.  To disease me. I got to get going, became afraid of heights just for growing up, I guess, a messed, you, know-nothing: know nothing I know I was was better with poetry. the half-man that I am, I only, am' lonely, just knowing me. The lowest of lows was never as low as me.
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC
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I thought I was a living God,   I was brought-up-by-poetry, I was just an unjust fraud, I applaud : the , "keep on just sewing me," I nod to go toe2toe 4 every  blow4blow, blowing, me I clawed up shot up, yup I got up got caught . Taught, I all for naught. Not the way I was brought up. Yeah, man I can kick it. Yeah, this sick stick em up kid. Mr. Black-and-blue how you got caught with each low elbow so low, burned& turned: head-is-full, pedestal pirate, a tyrant,   that forgot about poetry. beat by a trick-by-trick treat, so sweet gets to be ****** So, ******             a rich nose itch to be sneezy. I unknowing, I queasy   I paid the cost to get lost, and uneasy, easygoing was easy,   I used. To tease me, U'used.  To disease me. I got to get going, became afraid of heights just for growing up, I guess, a messed, you, know-nothing: know nothing I know I was was better with poetry. the half-man that I am, I only, am' lonely, just knowing me. The lowest of lows was never as low as me.
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC
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