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Def in the ears of spending all my life,
Broken cheers of multiple links of light,
Sad this one had to be cursed,
Yet, U lift my spirit in cruise to come first,
Hurt feet scarred by family of so many,
Still the hunger burns why is this tender,
Not those reflections of big clicks impulsive,
Not those reflections of liquor convulsions,
Pure in heart we search for another day,
Hooking the trials of least to say,
Cut from this tongue I will still come to a drill,
The fangs of my drool puncturing the flesh to pill,
Peaches of herb change my mind,
The eternity of love in conscience time.
