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Push it right there,
it's schematic addictions dismantlement in prisms,
push it all along the way-
rotation of grapes,
push it into the grey-
for we cannot fake our face...
Slow the born band,
because we reprimand,
yet adorn the command,
push in push in and see the next best,
squeegee encounter,
and then a phat rent.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2017
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