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Nonfiction global entry
The blue spray profuse in the Lo Goose
Induce cologne envy
They say it's airs
Soon to be declared past the border sentries
Focused on my heirs and my own legacy
Moments in my poem allowed to set a tone
Rather hustle alone than amongst the known deadbeats
That's why I be chose
Gave her the biz bespoke
Interest accrues she compose spreadsheets
The Glimmer Man, the glitter in the acrylic in her hand
Glinted when it ran past her clit
Meant she catch my drift synesthesia
She seizured when she arrived
It came to me at leisure
Vis-à-vis when to come to gettin' greens
Best to give the beef up
You know
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Divining rod stick to my gut
I find water
House of bread
Fried fish in a bucket
Divine orders
Mouths get fed off the first round
Inspire corners
I got pull to push off hard or soft combined forces
Child of God
Defying odds my defining arc
For most to make they mark
These milestones staked miles apart
To scrape a buck from out the muck and mire
Brings undesired cons and the pros?
Mine a spark in entire darkness
Minor Arcana cards
Threw swords to get pentacles
King of wands
They was bearing arms
I shared cups from every tentacle
Subliminal plots for what's dead ain't criminal
I just give them enough rope
Or watch as they commit seppuku
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