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Spicy

spicy you tell me when A B C to be learned French I was born in Africa doing my best to please a world with no understanding of empty bellies as we pelted stones on mules giving us their last ride to explode for the worms to come in I learned spanish with the help of a bed shared at tender age of teenage spicy spicy too easy on your soul mine to destroy your phantom dreams of flavor as you have to learn to read between the lines of suffering and your alms changing nothing.

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