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On his own
He's on his own.
Since his dad adlib
Eeriely to his mom.
He asphyxiated by the
Aura of heart gashing.
His garland galed with fury
While gate crashing.
He ordained orgasm to
Chicks wheezing whiffs.
Peering number one
On weed puffs.
People descending
Genealogicaly.
His philosophy lies
Physicaly.
He lives a fast life like
A small lump of a metal
Shot from a riffle.
His spitting image, is
Spick and span through
The naked eyes of people.
Now he whim a gaiety living.
He wish he never had this life.
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