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We The Think

we are no different from a crow. our skin as blank as black
but hide no mimic in our voice, and track the fields with crack
as high our fly is our love's rest. for crude crew cocks cry I
but by the fall our drop knows length and wealth we have we die

You're prettier fumed, teasers of bones, gadgets for trites, pantless
our magic, how much is a lie? hindi: a deity. hindi: a no.
I could be wrong, humor's a song.  radius's conflict: unmothered too long, icon's
a hope, comets are kite, industry's A.I. must cannot deny
Harvest has wombs, Jacob is deer, industry's harvest can't just you say hi?
I, like a lie, eye an a live
Lover of leeway, a Yahweh of mine.
Yahweh: a saviour. Yawi: a key.

Everything happening offering a ring, stickity sow, look at me now, baby B's bowel
be hacking it, how?

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