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The Rigor of a Long Journey

My bom bom pains me In hurts very deep in a silent mode And all luxury leads to no cozy Cause, I’m beaten very hard by my subordinate Am tired of this marathon to an endless road The long awaited destination of no approach The unreachable Canaan land For a virtuous land, who can find? Still, unimaginable heating thorns bake my ass Into a piece of cake And my knees jerk In the presence of no stimulus I wonder when this Canaan land shall be reached And the heating thorns kissed off my crying ass

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