Got
What I got is what you need
What I got is special indeed
What I got you will fiend
There’s no need to wean
Stay true in what you believe
Your heart is forbidden
Kicked with a spice of resentment
Only sparks of joy makes you smile
A group of words could not describe you better
Knowing what is real is still determined
Determined by adding and subtracting your inventory
Your space and inventory is crowed with takeout Lunch
Why take out Lunch when you can dine in with candles and red wine?
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