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That night when your lips parted the 3 quarters of smoke in the water bottle,
I knew U were just a bump away from the coat your path was heading farther,
Its curious how taking a dump in most stages of use the chocolate just stays there,
But sometimes its furious on how it rushes through smoke, water, and air,
I’m at no loss of words since I have larvae the actions of the extreme,
Yet to see, Sin Cities in most places work professionally from quarantining what they know is to be,
The baby U mean, alone as to not see the false floor U create,
As U feel the baby tooth in your destination for outer space.
