Young supply of writ verse
Smoldering yellow in the sun

You take from me spirit
My attitude is my rue

Trap the victor with peace
Seal the word with type

Scotch, yeah pour me another
Sanctimonious crush and thrush

Sincere promise poet of no
More earthquake in my city

Reno and xenophobic measure
Small price to pay for R.

Signed callant patron
Randomize your think…

Ah… yes, but you will still
lose the subjective..

But fading of notes knows



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