hitalot879
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life
breathe deep my friend onto the end
with slime that ooze through your dorcel fin
stand tall wide dude beneath the grade
the common texture of ham & eggs
　
be brave through a passage of time
sublime
thinking everythings quite fine
inside you hide behind four walls that bind
　
a wooden ship left on the waters very free & easy
stear on the throttle that usurps the bottle
time in its tasteless mist the great gulf fix
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