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I Will Come

Borne in me a regions of stalactites
Quagmire looming in corners of a tried heal
Honor rolls from the commerce and institute of dusts
Commence into wheels that which reach nuts

We feel a deny, amid a matter a mostly more comes.
Divide the shenanigans as fools, traded, deal, whiteless, sell.

Maybe the house needs a furnace to cater an ash.
Maybe this "I should go" makes sense in the next lady with a carafe.
All I know for sure is that I
type, while memos in our office

left on floor from where is my semen

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