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All I need is one to get alone,
The makeup of a sleuth dealt home,
Heaviness hard to keep a level head,
The pool of labeling as terror of the dead,
I appreciate the pack of lies,
Chapter after chapter surprise,
The study of my family bunkers,
Stoned and treated like dogs,
Eating pork or the pig or the hog,
Doesn’t matter to dough when its cut open,
Making cookies for the dregs to feel soaking,
The ret just ice the letters,
Waiting for judgment of a perfected teller,
How native the tongue when useless becomes whyte,
The heat involved cutting corners parallel of the night,
Fat, improbable conditions of the state,
Doubtful backlogs twerking the gate.
