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My whole goal as a poet's to be
relaxed in orbit,,,
At war with' a bottle, as Captain
Morgan attacks my organs,,,
My slow flow is euphoric, it's l..
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It's morning, you wake, a sun ray
hits your face,,,
Smeared makeup as we lay in the
wake of destruction,,,
Hush baby, speak softly, tell me
you'r..
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We touch I feel a rush,
We clutch it isn't much,
But it's enough to make me
wonder what's in store for us,
It's lust, it's torturous,
You must be..
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