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Jamie Stevenson Dec 2013
I promise robe your eyes  
when you can't see.
I promise you tobe your
Ears when you can't hear.
I promise to always tell you
What's real when you won't to here the truth.
I promise to life you up when your down.
I promise to wipe your tears
When you feel you need to cry.
I promise tobe your
Strength when ever your weak.
I promise tobe your voice
When you can't find the words.
I promise to never hurt you
And never brack your heart.
I promise that I will always love you with all
My heart no matter what happens
Baby Ill aways promise to give
You Faith when your down.
I promise to lead u a shouder for
You need to cry on.
I promise to love you
Until the end of
Time
Eric Flaze Apr 2010
Picking up pieces in the middle of the season of broken hearts mend apart. American child doa youll have tobe ready to die If you want to survive. hear the the battlecry take a step stand by till the end learn to to fight for your fellow men . Pick up your arms join the warfare beat to the sound of the drums hear the echoing snare . Fight for the right to survive just keep on marchin and marchin. While I am rocknrollen ur trigga fingga swollen make your way to the end of the line. Gun flashes in the sky. Waking up the night. This is a battle my child. Lift up your arms. Step up to face the war. Walk out to save a soul. Give them home my battlecry we will save the world this time.
Makiya Feb 2013
reachreach a
littlemore a
littlemore

closetoyou, closeto me

enoughtobe
close toyou

enough tobe
just
be.
I really was very drunk.
"REFUSAL."

Refusal turned her brokenhearted. She couldn't held
the water
drip from her
eyes. Had
her swim in
pool of her
tears. Wrestle
not with a girl,
stay aloof,
refusal hit
her harder than
any huge
cork could
make her
yell for apology.
However to
husband his
wife ought
tobe a man's
first duty all
day everyday long.
#C9fm
Fish The Pig Sep 2015
you ***** me
                        up
                             up
                                 up
you fuel me
             c
                r
            a
               z
            y
              c
                r
            a
 ­              z
            y
you prompt me
           n      u       o     i           n      u       o     i
                e      r       t      c             e      r      t      c
you make me
        s o m e                   t h i n g

              I        I  
   don't     \/     don't      
    want             want    
        to                tobe
           be          be
                 \/
this is not how I want to be
Hannah Chin Oct 2018
deephate
lossand anguish
it all mixesinto onelargemess
somewords dont eventouch thisfeeling
myeyes areallout of tears and hanghalfclosed
or is it halfopen to you whofeel
myheart—does itevenbeat
hard totell
youcant know
whati befeeling
howcan you foolsunderstand
youwant tohelp then LEAVEMEALONE
theresnothing youcando
tosave mefromthis
pit
of
des-
pair
ilike theblack
ofthis smallroom
iusedto likepink
iwanted
tobe
apretty princess
andlive inacastle witha
kingso kind
butdreams dont
cometrue
learnthisnow
youfools
dreams
are
like
pa-
per
burni­ngin
theFLAMES
OFHELL
just
like
me
.
.
.
.
do
not
give up
myChild
I still loveyou
myChild
youvegone farther
than
rockbottom
butlisten
to
Me
listen
listenlisten
toMe
.
.
.
.
I
THOUGHT
I GOTRIDOF
YOU
HOWDARE YOU
COMEINTO
THIS
SOULOFMINE
LEAVEHER
ALONE
you are
so
alone
myfriend
cantyousee
noonecares about
you
theylie
when theysay
dothose fools
listentomee
tome
listen
to
me
.
.
.
.
thischaos
inside
ican­notcontrol
itatall
iwantto
SCREAMAND
SHOUTbut
icant
i wantto
crybut icant
letgo
of
me
setme
FREE
p
l
e
a
s
e
.
.
.
.
up
uplook
upMy
C­hild
iamnot faraway
letyourheart
beat
beat
beat
again
takemy hand
myChild
iwill
neverleave
younor forsake
you myChild
istill
love
you
.
.
.
.
is
that
alight
itsbeenso
dark for solong
imnot evensure what
lightlooks like
do i dareto hope
dare tolook
up
up
up
.
.
.
.
YOU
FOOL
thereis nolight
light doesnot exist
ithought youwould have
LEARNEDTHIS BY NOW
theonly waytogo is
down
down
down
.
.
.
.
here
iam
myChild
here i am
take my
hand
please dontlook
down
dontlook
down
i
still
loveyou
myChild
ido
i
do
.
.
­.
.
i
cant
lookdown
doi darelook up
amieven worthit
thelight
is
faint
butican
see
it
clear
as day
.
.
.
.
NO
YOUFOOL
you arenot worthy
you cannot hope
donteven try
hope
is
frail
youcant
trust
hope
.
.
.
.
i
surprise
myself
is­till
look up
ithink maybe
there is a littlehope
maybethere
is a little
hope
.
.
.
.
yes
myChild
there is hope
still look up and see
the light gets
bigger
warmer
see me here
I still love
you
myChild
I still love you
.
.
.
.
NO YOU FOOL
no you fool
no
you
fool
.
.
.
.
the
light
is warm
the light is
bright
i
like
the light
i like
the
light
.
.
.
.
no
dont leaveme
here alone
listen to me
one last
time
.
.
.
.
LEAVE
MYCHILD ALONE
myChild
you are
safe
here in
the
light
you are safe
here in the light
i still love you.
I originally wanted to write something about suicide but this came out in the end. This is about a battle that most people can't see. But it is a battle that goes on within all of us.
Vladimir s Krebs Nov 2015
where do i stand
i stand my ground
i stand to speak my mind
i stand alone watching the hurt
i stand to keep the people i know and love safe
i stand when theres nothing but terror
i stand inthe deepest shadows
i stand when theres nothing even lft fighting for
i stand to lift and picking up when your not strong nought any more
i stand when your fight dsnt have a reson to keep going
i stand tobe there when the end of the world happens


your not alone
cause i have your back
im the one who will take every thing that hurts you
im the one to listen to pick you up to keep you safe

WHERE do you stand
do you stand beside me
or do you let te corrupt society rip you apart

where do i stand i stand with no regrets nor fear i stand strong for any one who need me ill take all the hurt pain weakness you cant hold


(WHERE) do you stand
i stand thick thinwhen theres not enought to hold on even when you grab the hand that has sliped
Desire Apr 2019
Its one of those forever things,
my crown, when you smile
Committed despite the distance
It was worth every mile

With God, all things are possible
We became lawfully wedded
Vows and promises made
Meant to never forget them

I held fast, you stayed by
my side, for better or worse
Making dreams a reality
Dusting off all of the dirt

A new year means more life
Its worth the celebration
Every day's a new day
For heartfelt rededication

Tobe said, "this love thing
just aint no grab and go...
You have to pour everything inside out
Pray it dont hit the floor"

We just imperfect people
Choosing to share life together
Becoming one through the process
Because its now 'til forever

[pushing through together for better or worse]

@desire.is.dope
20180428
1654HRS
THROUGH TOGETHER
@desire.is.dope
20190428
1654HRS
ever been haunted by things not too **** long ago you would have truly , truly
had a hard time believing existed much less, existed in your life and explained some rather terrifying aspects of your young life?

Yeah.. yeah , I am seriously having a **** dance with a haunting that has a rare ability to cause me tobe apprehensive.

Apprehensive, sword not used to subscribe many aspects of my varied and sorted self and rather annoying and perplexing personality.

So, yes. That Fun&ed; up, seriously that fun&ed; up.

And in the end of it, some how became a villain in the eyes of some that believed in me in my youth, in what at one time I thought were just very realistic dreams.

I fun*&img; wish , cause they turn out to be far from dreams far even from the safety of nightmares, for even in nightmares imagined relief in the end of the sleep and a sense of okay in the waking.

Well, that is for children and the weak of heart for where I have found my self to reside is in a broken and ever continuing desolated place where I endlessly punish myself for failings beyond my control and ability to make right in time to be of any good.

Glory, redemption, salvation and forgives .are not evergreens found in a gift shop, not broken and rusty parts left over in a salvage yard and virtually are not the soul saving and wonderful things one hopes to find at the end of ones struggled.  

No , here in this place I am becoming more aware of and a past I am slowly realizing these things seen to be non existent and in fact removed specifically for my utter enjoyment to never find. sadly, removed seemingly by my own hand.  all because I seemed to have failed a person I truly came to.love in that place or state or what ever it can be called. yeah, you can be your worst critique and your worst enemy, more than you ever know. my friends , more than you ever know.

oh lord,where do I go now, how can it be?  and date I ever ask, how could I have failed to help them so utterly miserably that I am now, only now remembering , that horror.?.   how in gods name could that happen and never think things were a normal anything ,, guess I never did, thus this lie of a life and self deprivation and punishment I placed myself in of a sham of a marriage and utter sorrow none could relieve.  and now the memories start and oh soon the pull and reeling to come, oh how I truly wish I had never been so human as to allow electricity to steal my minds memories. the treatment failed but was a success in the fact that now only I get to pay for crimes I never committed but failed to alert to it seems. what? did you think a child could really save all of us , cause we sure did. write ******* did.... and then zap I failed all too late, and goofy eyes .......
thanks thrive tablet, for continuing to duck up everything I freaking attempt to say. way to go hero. hers. even in this I find resistance to be a comforting yet ever diligent friend.
CHAPTER XI
Dodecanese Sunflower Raeder

From Patmos, hundreds of children could be seen hanging from the legs of the blue pelicans of the Dodecanese. Raeder hung with both hands over the jasper-plated iron hoops from the Greek "iaspis", which means "stained stone." It is found in hydrothermal veins, in volcanic rocks, and in sedimentary rocks. With their four webbed fingers they wore the amethyst rings for the housewives who celebrated Thanksgiving, and the celebration of the guidelines of Saint John that they were sent transported in a golden shoe peak. Generally there were more than five thousand who passed through the counties; they swallowed canonized water from the Ionian Sea, with its great advantage of reproducing seas salty water in fresh water to drink. They were taken to each house to fill their vessels and also during planting periods, they watered their farms in summer periods when it was scarce. With their golden brown plumage they raffled for the olive fields and the ***** vines of the Goddess Aphrodite. And with their white feathers they sprinkled the barley fields with vinegar and recently slain wheat fields on the feet of Petrobus, their pelican of dreams. From here all the recipes were born in all the regions when the Bread was depressed, without firewood and tears. Patmos has engraved on the legs of pelicans that plan every day looking for houses where they can get to take the Gospel to them. All the children like Raeder are accompanied by other blessed ones, to bring them the good news and the families were waiting sitting near the end of their social limits, when they were waiting for them in the afternoons as thanksgiving. They ate in the afternoons to wait for the children to taste Tzatziki; Yogurt sauce with cucumber and caramel with poppy and honey drinks.

The women received them in the apartments near their Gineceo, and right there they exchanged gifts that they brought from the Grotto of the Evangelist in Patmos. Children from the moment the expectant mother was known or suspected to be pregnant. They came quickly so that the cast did not have problems, they were considered a divine gift the only children, the first-born or those who were born to older parents, it was the privilege of these birthright.

Reckless is its popularity at the mention that appears in the Apocalypse of John, in whose introduction it is said that the author was exiled to Patmos, where he had his encounter with Jesus in the so-called Grotto of the Apocalypse, which gave rise to the book. The early traditions of Christianity identified this character with Saint John the Evangelist.

For this reason, the island of has become an important Christian pilgrimage destination; aside from the one in Hora, there are several more monasteries dedicated to San Juan, and visitors can see the cave where, according to tradition, it had its visions. The churches and religious communities of Patmos belong to the Eastern Orthodox tradition. Petrobus was more distant from its flights rather than knowing how to arrive in the mornings and at night after three, past the meridian, since here San Juan was in prayers for the holy animals that distributed their parcels to the Dodecanese families and surrounding towns. Raeder was the son of two farmers from Kinaros, who live in Dodecanese. They form this super boy who has a great affinity with the Petrobus pelicans. A kind of prodigal Zeus poultry that anticipated the wishes of farmers. His webbed pet was Petrobus. This super bird, resided in the San Juan grotto, and always recruited more of his kind to take them to the Dodecanese neighborhoods, the encyclicals that he promoted emeritus. The Saint ordered him to order and bring all the families in a Eucharistic tone. These birds were never deprived of flying because they had the gift of their living soul in them to transmit wishes of great fulfillment by order of the Saint, who worked with the beads of his rosary and did not leave any discounted olives.

Raeder, among all the chosen children with super powers. They would be distinguished to travel over the pelicans to Gaugamela. They, as a childish personality in each of Alejandro Magnus' Falangists, pierced with their replica odyssey the breaks that the Petrobus made for them. Even on the overgrown and disoriented ranks, leaving them exposed on the open flanks of the Achaemenides, their leather and wicker shields softening, the same without even being able to retreat and shelter.
In the Dodecanese islands the carmine morning dew that falls in its crystalline waters, sandy or gravel beaches, important archaeological remains as scenes to compete in athletic leisure is subjugated, he ran naked after the outfits that his mother had made, was overshadowed by crystalline Byzantine monuments and medieval architecture due to the long Venetian ******* in its mannerisms. What unites these islands is their history and their occupations: that of the knights of the crusades to that of the Turks, the Italian occupation to the Greek annexation with their volatile useless attire to dress.

Patmos is very popular with pilgrims since the time when one of the caves on the island of Saint John the Evangelist, a disciple of Christ, wrote the Book of Revelations, and Astypalea is the westernmost island in the archipelago and has architectural characteristics of both kinds. Dodecanese Cyclades. It is also related here in Kalavrita's Etrestles Novel in his victorious boast to Patmos, when he resorts after the reverie of the Laziko Dance that they hold on to the little finger and circulate in commemoration of the stripping of the rebirth of spring with La Sousta del Dodecaneso . These dances, generated on the infra-ocean floor of the Ionian Sea, generated the force of the ethereal emanation of Etréstles from Kalavrita by daring to put an Eclectic confrontation on the invisible portal of the Evangelist Saint John in his sacred basaltic cave in the Patmos archipelago (Koumeterium Messolonghi, Chapter 16 / page 114. Editorial Palibrio - USA)
  
In the Chapel of Ministers
They were seconded by the high representatives of Kalimnos, among them the curious immortal serpentine Raeder. Son of farmers, natives of Kinaros belonging to a group clan of six small islands and six small families. Some islets used to flaunt the genealogical beams of the Antigone challenges and documented inspirations found between Leros and Kalymnos in the east and the Cycladic island of Amorgós in the west. To the south is Astipalea, this group of islands is made up of Plaka in the west, Glaros, the two Mavra islands and Lebynthos in the east. Kinaros is accessible through the islands of Amorgós or Kálimnos by wooden architecture boats.

Raeder always got up before dawn and a petite blue Bonsai Pelican always appeared on the threshold of his window; called him Petrobus. In the mornings, he ran, beating this Olympic bird Petrobus in a quick dispute. Sometimes he could not say goodbye to his friendly bird, because he ran so fast that the days used to be weeks in a row, while Petrobus snorted through the skies with his wings of Hellenic Artificial Intelligence. With his hyper exhalation he moved large rocky cliffs, even moving and disorganizing the geographical nomenclature of these twelve polygonal islands of the Dodecanese.

The least known and uncontaminated are Leros or Pserimos, while Rhodes and Cos, the largest and most cosmopolitan islands, are the goal of migrant Blue Pelicans throughout the year. Before returning home, Raeder stretched out on the grasses sheared by the heels of the Petrobus migrants and their minions. In this dancing grass he could feel the dances with gag bread dancing on all the hips of the maidens of La Sousta by his arms. He ran after Petrobus in his golden mask and hung on the legs of his bird (Wings Mate), the art of flying with magical golden birds and his Ancient Antigone Mama.

When he sometimes flew by the feet of Petrobus, he thought...
Tierra Mía… a thousand times I will lift you up with my arms, don't hesitate my arms believe it…
Oh my revered Ionian, I will apnea to please you a thousand times to become your Ionic molecule ... Wind of Kalimnos himself ..., I will make the Oda flute that goes through the twelve pierced epitaphs of my ancestors in Dodecanese asleep of paroxysm in the chapel where I was baptized for the ninth time!
And by the fatuous lavish Fire I will put the ceremonial ribbon of the Sousta Dance in the siesta of the new migration of my transparent Pelicans….

Raeder says to Petrobus visibly excited, imagining crying with his imagined friend. The little Raeder from the Dodecanese region tells his imaginary friend Petrobus what more lack of bread crumbs for next winter?

Petrobus tells him not looking at him ..., just placing his palm-legged hellephilia on his other equal ...: Nothing you fear Raeder, God does not exist!. Now He and you are the same. You can lift the sphere of the flat earth with your arms and convert it into a healthy land of Milk and Kalimnos honey that runs with mud through the mountains of your Life turned into a new House dressed in a new house. In this way we will tackle the colossal heroic deed of our Vernarth in Gaugamela, the league in which we aspire to be lying on the grasses of Cibatus that awaits us. It would be better if it rains on the shoulders of its meadows!

Tobe continued / under edition
RAEDER SUPERFREAK CHILD
Lee May 2014
“I’m   sick    of     you


always
trying tobe a poeton
a balcny in the moorning
at


4
with-nough
whhiskey in your gut to **** a mule the size of a man twice yours”

Metal tastes the way beer does when your can is filling in the cut it opened in your mouth.
The same way words do with meaning.

“You don’t like
it?twhat’s         the matter?”
“It’s the word
mainly, listen to the sound,
ppuuuuudiinngg.
It sounds like the sop
from an unkempt venereal disease.”
“You ,
your fuckinwords.”

PlllaaassstiUc,
sounds like rain on a bucket with holes below the line you need it to be whole for, to work for collecting water
when you slap the bottle from my hand.

“Plastixs
cheeprthn
glash you devil
bitsh”

Off again into another night on may be the same bench till may be rain or rumble or a lack of water find me in the morning.
All Misspelling and spacing is deliberate. The title should let you know how to read it.
i heard the sound at night

get up from that fright

get ride from that sight

wish and stay for a time

pray to me ask me your desire

ask me to cure you from the paralysis

cry to me see me your weakness

ask me if you want some money

ask me if you want tobe a guy

that everyone wants to be that guy

all minds admire himand so the eye

obey me in doing the good

you gain the help of  me

the god calls you ,who will be that guy
everyone eeds the help of the God. the most power give his hand
anastasia Jul 2018
how
“i can’t stop smiling”

you said
we were walking
to your house
from a spot
you just showed me
which i already know
will be my favorite place
in the world
cause it overlooked our town
and it’s where you asked me
tobe your girlfriend

“you’re really my girlfriend”

you said, in awe
i really was
and i really wanted to be

“you’re a dork”

i replied, anxious

“well i’m your dork now”

said you
and i blushed
i was smiling too
i felt so happy
to now have you

and from then
i would catch you smiling
at me
laying in your bed
or in my passenger seat
you would say
the sweetest things
and play with the hair
on my head
and i could always see
the excitement
that sparked
in your eyes
when i would come over
just to waste some time
with you
by my side

so how did you do it?
how did you leave
so easily?
did it mean nothing
to you
when it meant everything
to me?
badtaste Jun 2021
humanity vs insanity;
a joke vs the punchline;
art captured in a single sentence-
such an inspiration seeing the beauty in pain-
a story of how life is;
absence vs abuse ;
addiction and his muse;
just one more semicolon to the self aware audience that this  triumph continues;
despondency of a tragic backstory leaves complacent agony of a stereo-typical-dictionary-picture-perfect-literary-school-subject­-finger-snapping-cloaked-poet-eddy-outcast-finger-poking-laugh-st­ock-lesser-person-desperate-feeling-introspective-adolescent-prot­agonist-of-the-1sided-tragic-heroic-epic-anthology-of-a-dark-mind­ed-online-persona-posting-exposed-person-caught-lurking-only-want­ing-something-someone(?)-person-love(?)-showing-only-rejecting-cr­iticism-critiquing-only-meant-toBe-helping-overthinking-over-thin­king…

Over
Thinking
nvinn fonia May 2021
re___course things are improving people only way tobe
Philipp K J Apr 2021
Hey super star
Brown prince butterfly
Sleepy eye caps coy
Smiley pliant ploy
Happy Brilliant boy
Moving up and down
Festive floral crown
Golden blossom tend
Galloping on the wind
Humming frolic loon
Catch up, match up soon
The eloping fragrance scent
The fleeing princess bends
On the gaily silent friend
The Cocktails made
Chilling sweet tide
Fiery floral flame
Glitter sparkle tame
Splutter splatter clime
Feast is served in time
Guests delight in fine
Butterfly pose
Probe in poise
Fingertips minuscule
Tickle tackle pinnacle
Happy snappy exchange
Next gen message
Supernova dies
Life's turn of dice
Rolls to darkest phase
Its a different case
Tobe born again
New journey to gain
A life of better fly
To ply with the wind
The superstar kind
To play the gay
Brown prince butterfly.
Philipp K J Apr 2021
Just a third of a bushel o' wheat
Washed and drained to dry in sunlight
Nine to three is the intense heat
Lifting on his left shoulder plate
He cried, Lord what a deadly weight
Laser look beams on mental screen
The via Dolorosa slate
The fall on the third station scene

Under weight of wheat, gleaned and clean
Tobe dried, ground, battered with yeast
The staggered steps to sunroof lean
Yet Lo!  On the last night feast
Lowering Himself to the least
Offered Himself as living bread
The weight of wheat thought got released
As the promise gained over head

Its all to be a little Christ
To keep the life treasure unpriced
Sa Sa Ra Nov 2012
I went into the DeepWell this morning for another kinda wake up cup more like trying to be with some things need simmering down for the flames are bright and looking hot but but but warm and so soothing ooohing aaaahining awwwwweing inspiring rather blissfull like kissfull and blissing and kissing idk bout hi'way 61 but for your of bro I know about your kitchen!!!!
Anywhohow way idk if I had much a drink at all with wake up or simmer down not a nibble some things are clear once in a blue year; but IDK like wats going on down up once in a while or my preferred self setting dip flip switch  hahaha but reads are packing and that's good; having to get back to too many responses 'um think 'bout the president and the few who get through and we see a few presentations that should all be heard 'n seen too; for I know we're all just blood bearing beings, counting on air, but my cabinet I'm all of 'em unless you have more to say speak on this now; staff budget, readers, recorders, playback digitizers self routing pouting deciders all kinds of chaos chasers 'um not got; I know so like all here 'um wat's wit dis cat; wat's he working three jobs or three wives 9 kids twelve ways; nah not a drop so to say xactly 'dat way no more got a few getting on where I was and they was already born; I'm thinkig metaphysical then overly scrutiny to be careful both ways and wise, she-it I can do more da better than a two way street try me I like 8's and 9's, but I lay all out there b4hand dey way den 'um say cats don't won't can't, what ya ever think I've ever seen any reciprocity; yah Solomon here we're working laughing crying all; say that movie "Anna Katrenina" Leo Tolstoy novel base, ya know the 'precious' 'Lord of the Rings' these sort of 'um things, JC said along at least the 'Greatest b4 me Solomon' two kinds of exemplar (easy SO SO Bud Bud chill!!)one get demons off mans poor missions and happily doing 'Gods' love yet 'um well, I talk about these things with blood bearing beings and I'm not even taking temperature into consideration; just that I hear know 'dis 'da place gotta do 'da be greater things; everybody knows Solomon a key why how hum 'um what ya kidding again oh so far off out heavy or fairy dust to me man, guess coming all together like JC just a bit may out beyond such ganders of wonders what feeling lost looking down the the land your feet even upon 'um man 'that 'bout 'I'll be your solution if you'll be my remedy' how does solution need remedy they just bleed warm red blood bit too bluish, wat if I sat we need 'em all does dat rhyme a chime to too like greedy whoo what me'eedy; what ya want to "Possess Me!!!???" hahahah !!!!<3<3##:):)!!!R
I just wanted to hit dat puchline while I was really in the middle, but I do have a poem 'The Middle Riddle (in medias res)' "When the middle is...
just right, there will be no will...towards an ending...!!!"; so back where we're we before the mention no introductions say already too far gone as a wife would have to be tobe able to have an introduction of such a silly notion no more; re: refer to as; X'yzzzzzleeeeping; with that illegally separated easier straighter to say Fb have not figged 'dat one up yet but Solomon is calling 'em up everyday/night; but let me tell ya man of the woes of Solomon and to me I coined the phrase and so I Google'd it up for just thought those cats yonder dare' might have downloaded my brain and some well it's keys and u've got the rest better; but know I understand it's out there by book but I don't dare look yet before it's clear who wrote that stuff and I'll tell by what it won't by omissions, excessive and unwarranted permissions, I'm wondering I know I scan the great collections not so invasive of more personally reassuring permissions, but there were days where there were a hand full of very warm open hopeful receptive set of beings along some tour that said go west as I was east and by a rather large pond; do I need go on here now, I start your clock too 'den what I'll get nine codes running inside out and backwards inside of you 'den just what can ya do!!!

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