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My excuse, Lord, my thought's erase in crudeness from a beauties chase the aftermath, encounters lace are pigeon holes of thought's disgrace! Oh wile away the time debase but here within, my effort's trace become insidious dodging's face the who and what, continuous race? Life's undercurrent, needing's aim the peace of mind, gives heart's rename to virtues clasp, a holding seine that separates trash, from its proclaim! Infiltrate mine, avoid all shame Oh moment's crash, is lewdness vein!

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