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Nonfiction global entry

The blue spray profuse in the Lo Goose

Induce cologne envy

They say it's airs

Soon to be declared past the border sentries

Focused on my heirs and my own legacy

Moments in my poem allowed to set a tone

Rather hustle alone than amongst the known deadbeats

That’s why I be chose

Gave her the biz bespoke

Interest accrues shе compose spreadsheets

The Glimmеr Man, the glitter in the acrylic in her hand

Glinted when it ran past her clit

Meant she catch my drift synesthesia

She seizured when she arrived

It came to me at leisure

Vis-à-vis when to come to gettin’ greens

Best to give the beef up

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Divining rod stick to my gut

I find water

House of bread

Fried fish in a bucket

Divine orders

Mouths get fed off the first round

Inspire corners

I got pull to push off hard or soft combined forces

Child of God

Defying odds my defining arc

For most to make they mark

These milestones staked miles apart

To scrape a buck from out the muck and mire

Brings undesired cons and the pros?

Mine a spark in entire darkness

Minor Arcana cards

Threw swords to get pentacles

King of wands

They was bearing arms

I shared cups from every tentacle

Subliminal plots for what’s dead ain't criminal

I just give them enough rope

Or watch as they commit seppuku

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