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Be the thing

We eat
And we commit

We saunter
And we feel it

The wisdom-
The wire’s

The welding of the mire to the person who is inspired-

An envelope licked by the man they call sire

The literal
Is pitiful
So spin the skull
And make it mold

Take a poll

Enter when you’re full
And list the goals...

Be motion while it’s on the phone-
Black people when they’re away from home

A festering lingerer un-laid by their bones

A drink –cheap but hits the hole’s

A young person preen 

A peacock mean

Fleeting streams

A world with everything...

Video night with the band

Focused light on your girlfriends ass

The right night to go out and rant





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