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Alias View Ale of the RV,
The mobile house in the sky,
Bare knuckles applied,
Sand dunes slide,
The dark bury into the sleep,
Only to awaken in a twisted deep,
Reaching the far moon awaiting the man,
Tranquil in love to dial me again,
Blazed by appreciating the linen,
Her hands continue to mending,
Unlike the eye that is open to the light,
The sacred darkness of the magic surpass all heights,
Entrapped by the rustic village alone,
the bed lies rolled up by Capone,
undressing the jelly with the slither of the tongue,
sinister in music from the beat of the drum,
tying bows against the corner of their eyes,
watching cats scratch out the bottom of their climb,
as is this is your friend,
whom U denied.
