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Capacity all vanity
Thousand litre lung capacity Drank all the water that sank Atlantis Still had room for two cans of Fanta Hammered, talking like headphones on and speechjammer Yawning at your tawdry efforts, peasant Rouse from bastard fecklessness to a champion’s breakfast Driving by night soundtrack Vangelis, hands angelic Yet indelicate, indecorous relying on other men Enough…
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Effulgemperor
Sun is back and it’s in my sun sign Sun on my back, solar jacket Notice everything Communication skills lack them Lots of habits, most bad, few pals My blood is venom Energy we need to talk about Kevin.
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parts
Wrench free of the unbreakable hold Reform every time I hit a wall, Exodia yo Wanking freely, unquenchable load Reborn after I’ve been in the stall, quick roller though Rolling stones across the entrance of my torpid tomb Two hundred last Rolos and a shit poem Toe to toe swapping leglocks and toeholds in the…
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King’s nobility called into question
A crow comes cawing through the hole, my stoven roof which permits cold Shrieking asks ‘art thou noble?’ Nobu, I can go bell to bell twelve times getting leathered pillar to post Fuck your smelling salts, I’ve got dopesmoker energy, immediate entry When I scent a spare inch, an overthrown kick, on those hips Like…
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