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Figure skating around these acres, I spark a match to an incense and let these intrusive thoughts be diminished; channeling my inner voice; Pardon the hoarse I was creating with source, Finding out who the greatest,  I didn’t know the role was taken; but I’m still animated, while I put these pieces in rotation holding one hand out the matrix; I got a piece to line out these annotations, while waiting on a collect call from the galactic federation, staying in tune the news is cocky but I’m kind of rocky like balboa,  I ain't no street soldier but I keep my knowledge tucked in a holster ready to blast on any composer who show up like a controller; hold up I run with the Egyptians, the sight seers, and truth seekers, a holy war with no secrets, I break even, I spread my wings like a desert eagle and stand toe to toe to shadow box a fire breather, giving my sixth sense like this the Elements, Where Rudimentary shouldn’t be a settlement, I’m heaven sent A classic as an American title, I give grace to each space upon my arrival; no need for a recital, I’m ashing out the ashes to the incense while opening my eyes from the temple I stepped in
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Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 1:03 AM UTC
Frankincense and Myrrh
Figure skating around these acres, I spark a match to an incense and let these intrusive thoughts be diminished; channeling my inner voice; Pardon the hoarse I was creating with source, Finding out who the greatest,  I didn’t know the role was taken; but I’m still animated, while I put these pieces in rotation holding one hand out the matrix; I got a piece to line out these annotations, while waiting on a collect call from the galactic federation, staying in tune the news is cocky but I’m kind of rocky like balboa,  I ain't no street soldier but I keep my knowledge tucked in a holster ready to blast on any composer who show up like a controller; hold up I run with the Egyptians, the sight seers, and truth seekers, a holy war with no secrets, I break even, I spread my wings like a desert eagle and stand toe to toe to shadow box a fire breather, giving my sixth sense like this the Elements, Where Rudimentary shouldn’t be a settlement, I’m heaven sent A classic as an American title, I give grace to each space upon my arrival; no need for a recital, I’m ashing out the ashes to the incense while opening my eyes from the temple I stepped in
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Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 1:03 AM UTC
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