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REMIX OF MY TOBÀCCO

In the time of leech to the time of leash, came I from the sojourn of papyrus writing the pain on the wall of my heart with a golden exudate from my galls that embittered all. 

So gross with all I found that none waited to witness what becomes of the lines of the book "written writh" with fervent agony of the subdued mind waving a help bid to everyone who passes by.

At dusk, in the hour when all hearts bow to redress, here I sat with tobacco weaved like a roll in my hand ready to blow my mind to a remix that take me to third heaven.

I was asked of a question if I were so endowed to a needless watchtower that protect the weak from the strong at the brisk of a turn over crow. Such a palava to a cringe that a soul would find on a lone journey to the crest that watchover the gate of Eden.

Yeah, spiteful? What a vengeance I wanted as the sniff hard smoke took me to the marrow on the hardness of life telling me to manuavre the peace human deceitfully perceived to be theirs.

Oh No. My belly will tell how my desires never satisfy, my eyes will foresee , where the ends never justify, my taste to the buds gives way, my agony to the call on renesce just for a brute to know we decide and a truce to be found after a junta.

There I awoke to the reality from the other sides of tobacco, on a solemn ground to the spirit leap as I, on the renaissance rescinded on the mulling burgs that rented my hours on a tobacco sniffs.

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