Phoen
my weed machine now
sing with me because
we will be here till
at time a great length,
that wholesome girl cares;
on how i control.
all of it my said
pride and Persian sense
hood and belongs she
does genius bling thing-
for sure thin unknown
if this is his will
or just a plan says
quit the hate, assert
tis is what skies kiss
mean to plaster me
and worry knighthood
whats on the same day
enough provide broth.
the water bring forth.
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